Celestial whispers carry tales of days long vanished, ephemeral as morning mist, tracing arcs across the canvas of eternity. Constellations of time linger, each star a memory of light, a thought adrift in the cosmic sea.
In the silence of stardust, we ponder the evanescence of days, slipping through fingers like grains of celestial sand. Starlit paths beckon, paths unseen but deeply known, leading through the labyrinth of ages.
Reflecting on moments carved by comet's tail, we gather under our own nebulous night, breathing the cosmos into each fleeting dawn. Galactic ponderings, echoing through the ether, remind us of our smallness and the enormity of the cosmic dance.