Dear Traveler,
High above the swirling cerulean that encompasses the Tristram Aether, an echo pulled through silent vortices. It was there I fathomed the last thought of Orionis – a flicker under evermore engulfing black gulfs.
Here, among stars that resemble ancient luminance, feelings melt seamlessly into the astral wind. Eternally yours, Lonmus 6B.
Keep exploring, the unseen awaits.
To Whom Still Cares,
The soliloquies of the Sepian moons birth marvels under the invisible crown of Renanta IX. Trails of cosmic dust feel intimate yet provoke awakening. If only you were here.
A glimmer beckons the adventurous anew. Await the next sign near the red giant. Farewell, Riverio's Edge.
Until the light fades, engage in reminiscence.
Greetings, Voyager Unseen,
I witnessed an ethereal dance tonight, twixt dust and solar whispers, fragments of your echo laying beneath. A softened buzz pulled me skyward in every languid revolution.
For every world observed, unfurl your spirit like sails under nebulaic skies.
Yours, Anura XIIIa fleeting specter in the wind