Orbiting endlessly in vast sequences, we often forget the unnoticed celestial bodies that cradle our universe. Hidden in plain sight, they reflect our condition—bound in harmony yet endlessly free.
Consider a time when these forgotten entities awaken. Not by some external force, but by the inertia of their symbiotic paradox. They dance around their own forgotten stories, whispering fragments of nonsensical truths and elusive memories.
In the physical realm, such forgotten orbits are rare. Yet, in a metaphorical sphere, these infinite cycles are as real as the air we forget to breathe deeply.