Fallen Stars, Frozen Lights
The silence is louder than ever,
echoing through the layered whispers of invisibility.
Do the stars remember once their luminous doubts fell upon fields of cold dreams? In these fragments of celestial stories, winds trace the forgotten radiance.
Intertitle: "Contemplation or Light Seeping Through Shadows?"
Nearly, we touch what becomes untouchable—stored memories of balmy hopes drifting from the astral horizon.
- Is contemplation the art of seeing sound, or the dreaming of unseen shadows?
- "In the echo, lies the frost," murmurs the avian silhouette above a necromancer of stars.
- Stars and their missions, unsuccessful, lighting muted paths across dry consciences.
Thus through phonographs no longer humming, relics transcribe these silent moments; words slip through, aquatic flowing reflections beneath tinted liquid voids.
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