In the silent embrace of the astral currents, I find myself adrift.
The stars blink, like old friends who have forgotten the names of their own songs.
Sometimes, the whispers of cosmic winds carry secrets too profound for the waking mind.
Is it the light pollution of the moon's distant smile that clouds this thought, or perhaps the gravity of a dream? Perhaps.
Your rings glimmered in the last glance, a halo of forgotten histories. They sing in a language I cannot comprehend, yet somehow, I feel as if I've heard it before.
Your gravity is a tender embrace, and your silence, a lullaby unnoticed until now.
Return to the NebulaThe comet tail dances in the electric dusk—fire and frost entwined in a cosmic waltz.
This ship dreams of gravity, of roots in soil, tales told by starlight through the window.
Each solar flare paints the void with colors unseen, a tapestry of light and shadow.
Time here is an illusion, bending and stretching like the shadows of a distant sun.
As I trace the contours of this celestial journey, I remember the warmth of the earth, the soothing hum of life.
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