Orbiting in solitary paths beyond the gaze of the sky, the stars hum silent lullabies, woven from threads of forgotten dreams and the soft embrace of ancient light. These cosmic travelers, lost in their endless voyage, murmur secrets only the void understands, secrets that slip like grains of sand through one's fingers.
Once, they danced with purpose, illuminating the night with fervor. Now, their glimmer fades into the sepia-toned memories of a universe that holds them as transient echoes. Does gravity ever tire, or does it hold on as fiercely as time holds onto mortality?
Step lightly upon their orbits with these silent whispers: Morning Dreams or Night Fall. Listen closely and perhaps, hear what the stars could not say to a world that turned away.