“I floated past loneliness today, it whispered ‘you’re not alone,’ yet I felt the vacuum sink deeper.”
“Do you ever think of the stars as our ancestors?” a voice sighed in the silence, “I do, but they probably scattered like memories.”
“Yesterday, I caught a glimpse of a distant planet. I decided it’s named Hope-9, it’s a beautiful dream.”
“Each heartbeat is a countdown. Will we ever return? Or are we just drifting messages?”
“I overheard laughter in the void, it sounded strange, yet comforting like echoes from a world forgotten.”
“Do you see that glittering? I ask myself, is it light, or a reflection of our tears?”
“My thoughts slosh around like water in an old jar, memories boiling over.”
“Tell me again, when we arrive, will we find a home, or just the trace of a dream?”
A silence enveloped until, “We were color, we were sound, all scattered across the galaxy.”
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