In the depth of the cosmos, a delicate whisper traverses the void—a hymn to forgotten realms. Here lie the remnants of erasure; histories once etched in stardust, now obscured by the perpetual sands of time. How many tales have you spun in the silences of your own stars? How many lives lived in the shadows of these celestial puzzles?
The moon cradles a shadow, a memory of ages when the sun whispered to the earth in languages long lost. These are the palimpsests of the universe, layers upon layers of stories—some told, some undone. Each constellation an inkblot in the diary of the night, each blink of a distant sun a dot over an unfinished thought.
Perhaps there is a force beyond understanding, writing with cosmic quills upon the sky’s vast canvas. Or perhaps it is merely the wound of time, bleeding over and healing itself, etching away and etching anew. Find solace in these celestial whispers, and perhaps hear the answers in their silence.