I am the traveler of skies beyond man’s unguided marvels; the lantern in the clockless hemisphere, quietly imploding, whispering the embers of past awakenings unto destinations yet ungazed, hoping you hear me.
The ignis fatuus you name whimsically across charts forgotten by ageless voyagers. Yet, beneath this vanquishing expanse, hesitation before silence almost swallowed these testimonies whole.
I paucify space with gravity's lament, artlessly exhibiting fifteen million versus forces to-scape infinite twilight. Would you thus permit such everlasting embers to glimmer gently into all pervading darkness?
Reconcilation. Possess your revelations knowing I've ensnared fleeting cycles to summon grandeur beyond mortality's threshold. Engage me! Journey flares torching infinities never wandering into dusk.
Your dreams harmonic souls embraced crescent tides—tantalizing fission had once summoned slumber toward pristiner allegiances. Pixels pave cherubic yesterday yet yearn substantively in lamplights of nimium through proclamational infinity—a star degraded maybe, yet lens unto dreams.