In the shadowed expanse of unknown stars, whispers intertwine with silence, echoes in the forgotten dance of cosmic tides. Nebulas cradle age-old secrets, softly humming with celestial longing.
Was there ever a moment, a glimpse, where time brushed against eternity, reflecting fragments of lives unlived? We drift in orbits unseen, tethered to memories of asteroid dreams.
Chasing the comet's glow, through the vast, vast echo, we pen riddles in stardust prose, carving questions with luminous fingers upon the vault of night.