Once, our eyes met a star, a distant promise etched against the nocturnal canvas, an emblem of ambition we thought unattainable—or simply, too tiresome to grasp.
In the irony carved from stardust, we find whispers of galactic decay and elegance, brushing past in melancholic harmony, a tune we once sang with naive abandon. Remember, wanderer, we hum softly so the space between our souls isn't too lonely.
And as the stars twinkle their forgotten mischief, we stand beneath them as witnesses, holding antiquated maps and memories like crumpled letters soaked in bittersweet nostalgia. The odyssey was always here, tetherless yet ever so grounded, as you can recall from the Legends of Tides.
Ours is a silent pilgrimage now, one we traverse with the weight of celestial echoes resonating in hollowed hearts, ever distanced from warmth, yet embracing the cool cosmic glow. Visit the Eclipse Café and share in the gravity of laughter.