Spiraling thoughts, entwined like the unwinding galaxies — orbits within orbits, every granule of stardust a witness to the cosmic ballet. Time bends, space whispers. What path lays hidden beneath the veil of night?
Once upon a celestial waltz, there existed a planet, no larger than a whisper, drifting along the unseen threads of fate. Its orbit, a forgotten tale, spun in silence, echoing only to the dreamers.
Liquid gravity, molten thoughts, pressing onto the periphery. Everything flows, everything drifts. The sun’s laughter, a fleeting notion, chasing shadows cast by the moons of old.
Strings of the universe plucked by unseen hands, creating melodies only the constellations comprehend. Why this path? Exploring the unseen corridors of time’s relentless march.