Through every spin, the echo of our starting point resonates.
We dance on the edge of these invisible orbits.
What do mirrors reflect, when they only echo silence?
In the fragmented shadows, we seek answers hidden among the stars.
Harmony in Discord
Cameos of Oblivion
Gestures on the Continuum
If stillness is sameness, then why does every rotation feel new? In the cycles of celestial dance, we find remnants of forgotten dreams.
Maybe it's the orbit that shapes us, rather than our destination. Each elliptical path carries whispers of ancient truths.