Dear Traveler,
Sometimes the stars whisper secrets meant only for those who dare to pause and listen. Out here, the galaxies stretch their arms in silent embrace, and time begs to be forgotten. I wonder, are we ever far from our beginnings?
Yours in the void,
The Celestial Cartographer
Dear Seeker,
I have witnessed worlds that spin in colors unheard of, a cosmic ballet that humbles the soul. Do these planets dance for us or in spite of us? In their twirling, I find echoes of my own existence.
In the vast dark,
A Wandering Mind