Falling Starlit Days

Whispers Beneath the Celestial Canvas

In the garden of infinite skies, raindrops turn to stardust.
Where falling luminaries etch timeless tales upon forgotten leaves,
the echoes of their descent murmur secrets through tangled threads of the cosmos.

Does the compass of our soul navigate by the shimmer of distant dreams?
Or do we trace our steps through echoes left by wandering constellations?
In every choice, a comet blazes, carving paths unknown into astral twilight.