Amongst the stars, pieces of forgotten tomorrows drift.
Do comets have dreams?
Or dandelion seeds that traverse the void?
Reflection 42: An Unveiling
Time is but a river, flowing through the fabric of reality, weaving stories in its midst.
Yet the river rests upon the shore of eternity.
If the universe is a tapestry, what thread do you weave?
The stars blink in morse, a message lost in the sea of space.
Understand the code, or embrace the chaos.