Fleeting whispers of the cosmos wrap around my thoughts, a darkened void stretching infinitely,
I sail among the shadows of stars, chasing ghosts of luminescent dreams,
Each wave echoes the silent lament of time, reminding me of my insignificance.
Date: Forgotten
Coordinates: Uncharted projection 43.7° N, 90.5° E
Weather: Gloom encapsulated, echoes of silence.
Where do the souls of forgotten mariners wander?
Each twist of fate written upon the parchment of a star,
Oh, how they beckon for understanding — the cipher of existence, hidden amidst celestial veils!
Attempt to resolve this riddle:
If eternity is a wave undulating through the void,
What shore shall grasp the tides of our despair?