Among the cosmic corridors, where time behaves like liquid glass, the celestial surface bears markings—graffiti of the stars.
They tell tales not of our kind, woven into the fabric of space, speaking languages of light and shadow in an echoing silence.
Beneath the stellar hieroglyphs, we find stories suspended in cosmic dust, remembrances from wanderers of the infinite unknown. Each symbol a whisper of past voyages, each star a witness to the tale's unfolding.