In the quiet voids between the stars, a poet once penned whispers of galaxies uncharted. “Time,” he mused, “is the parable of all existence—woven from the fabric of forgotten fables.” Echoes
The breeze carried tales of a haunted sky, where planets turned on an axis of woe, and moons draped in silver lament danced with the shadows of long-lost dreams. Fractured Light
Starfish scattered across cosmic shores impact the sands of possibility with each ebb. They converse in tongues made of stardust, illuminating mysteries that sleep in the depths of obscurity. Deep Water
Two comets collided, a symphony of colors erupting like undiscovered symphonies. Their children, fragments of stories lost amidst the void, longed to rise again as constellations above. Stellar Children