Beneath the eternal stretch of the cosmic canvas, humanity drifts. An infinitesimal speck amidst an unfathomable expanse, our journey is one of both discovery and melancholy. As we peer into the abyss, we are compelled to reckon with a past dictated by galaxies, a present measured in light-years, and a future adrift in uncertainty.
Here, in this silent echo of the universe, our ancestors’ whispers linger—stories of stars mapped by hands long vanished, of celestial phenomena that shaped destinies on this fragile blue orb. The night sky was once a canvas for dreams, a guidepost for voyagers, a lullaby for those left behind. Today, it remains a mirror, reflecting not only the vastness of space but the profundity of time.
Reflections within reflections, we find solace in the flicker of distant suns, a reminder that all things are transient. We wander, eternally lost and found, tethered to both our worldly homes and the cosmic shores. The universe, in its indifferent vastness, offers both refuge and reminder.
Explore the interstellar connections left by the ancients, or ponder the vanishing paths of our cosmic journey.