Once upon a twinkling time, I found myself among the stardust— the gentle whispers of cosmic debris. It felt strange, you know? Like diving into a dream you forgot to wake up from.
Here I am, wandering through the celestial remnants, leaving trails of echoes and shadows. They say every star has a story, but what about the lost souls floating in between them? We are but echoes of a supernova's sigh.
I remember a time when I believed in constellations, each one a map to home, guiding me through the void. Now, they just laugh, a cosmic chuckle at my expense.
Want to join me on this ride? Follow the Moonbeam or perhaps take a pit stop at Nebula Whisper.
Just remember, in this vast universe, we are all a little lost— a little stardust in the grand scheme of things.