The ancient cosmos, a tapestry woven with light and despair. Stars whisper secrets, tales that chill the marrow and freeze the heart. An echo, a memory, a ghost; these figments pierce the night sky.
Do the stars themselves weep? Silent screams in the void, where echoes find nothingness and shadows drown in their own cries. They are the tombstones of dying solitudes, buried deep in galaxies far away.
In the celestial grave, Orion's belt winds silently, a forgotten myth carved in the calling void. Silent screams, again, unfurl like dark petals, revealing ivory bones scattered among stardust.
Another Path, Another Silence | Pathless Stars