Through Constellations

In the void, where the silence shapes the sounds of invisible travels,
a distant melody hums, woven between the threads of ancient stars.

Misplaced Memories

Here lies the unmade bed of the morning sun, where shadows dance in
an echo of yesterday’s laughter. Once, a whisper declared its dominion over
fleeting thoughts, now scattered like ember across the cosmos.

Guide to the Unseen

Walk the pathway of constellations; follow
the ghostly footprints of dreams half-remembered.