The silken embrace of a thousand stars envelops us, as we traverse the ephemeral ocean of ethereal whispers. Each shimmering point of light, a memory of a promise—long abandoned yet never broken—horizonless where time bends.
In the quiet silence of the galaxies, a solitary comet sings a lullaby that dances through nebulae, effervescent and resolute. Could it be the firmament's spoken secrets, awaiting our ear beneath diverging paths of remote worlds?
As constellations breathe in gentle pulsations, we find ourselves caught in their gravitational charm, enraptured amid sylphs of stardust. The cosmic horizon whispers with a tender touch.
Comets trail memories unfurling, galaxies weave dreams like threads across an infinite canvas—and planets, nestled in tender cradle-rocking orbits, listen. Listen to Fluteless Space—where soundless meditations stretch.