In the hushed reverie of forgotten night, when stars hum their celestial lullabies
and comets cry their incandescent tears
a whisper bends the fabric of oblivion.
"Do you remember," it asks, "the echoes we cast among the galaxies? Those echoes dance, even now, as we drift in this cosmic sea."
Once, in the silence between heartbeats,
there bloomed a star, radiant and forlorn
beneath the vault of dreams unspun.
Its name was whispered in the breath of aeons,
a name carved in the ether like a sigh against the void. Learn its tale...
The constellations told stories we once knew,
their ancient light a tapestry of memory.
A celestial parchment where dreams are scribbled
in the ink of time untold.
"Remember me," one constellation murmurs,
as it waltzes through the cosmos. Become one with the universe...