Paths Unseen

The voyager whispered songs to the stars, her voice a mirage in the endless void. Once, the nebulas danced, vibrant echoes of time's forgotten symphony. Now, silence reigns. The mapped paths, once illuminations of possible futures, fray at the edges. In the heart of the cosmic expanse, forgotten whispers tell tales of decay, of roads untraveled. Stars blink in morse, messages lost in translation, their meaning eroded like sandcastles before the tide. The void swallows all, except for the echo of her song, which loops eternally in the dark.