The crystalline star bodies cut through the chilled tapestry of void, spinning tales of fragments engulfed in languid euphoria. Dew-clad, each comet hosts a transient memory where soft echoes resonate multitudes across darkened atmospheres,
ong pillows of gas swirling around illusions of pulsating light. Iridescence weeps upon forgotten archipelagos adrift, sublime flakes of thought and piercing nostalgia adorn vibrant, windswept plains. Are they the echoes of shifting shadows, or is it just your mind scrabbling against the gleaming ink of the infinite?
Among the fables wrapped in planet dust, the sincerity of fluttering questions emerges, tethered to lilac-tinted memories. The windsong carries secrets bound in touch of the luminous cosmos, alephants tumbling through unnamed consonants and exiled vowels.
As a traveler steps onto realms where gravity lays funhouse mirrors before feet, thoughts float in spirals, luring pathfinders into revelations hidden beyond dismissed mirages.