In the hushed yawning space between heartbeats, a kite drifted across the star-speckled void. Its silken trail whispered reverent secrets to celestial bodies whose light had been lost to depth unknown.
Made of fibers woven from dreams and hope, the kite had once known the warmth of earthly air. It sang songs of the skies to the void, songs that echoed in vibrations felt but unseen.
Under the aegis of countless galaxies, a voice here murmured—what remains when silence holds court? What stories linger in the stars' faint glow, reverberating through cosmic solitude?
Once, a child named Riley grasped its tail, feeling the depth of unseen strings tethered to a universe beyond the horizons of time. Now, those same depths embraced the kite, their cold touch a gentle reminder of all that was lost, all that was eternal.
Hidden among stardust, a fragment of memory whispered: "Will you remember?" Yet, remembrance flickered like the stars—a distant murmur, an ephemeral tether.
As the kite glided, stars painted stories upon the canvases of memory—a storm, a lullaby, resonances in empty rooms where voices once danced, now woven into stardust constellations.