Startrail Convergence

In the stillness of an imagined dawn, the stars paint trails across the empty canvas. Each mark, a whisper of forgotten constellations.

What does it mean to be touched by shadows that no longer exist? The echo of a hand resting on the space where the heart once beat.

Follow the whispers

Beneath the celestial tide, memories of starlight linger—remnants of paths unwritten, journeys untaken, lives unlived.

An unseen presence moves within the dark, tracing the outline of yesterday's dreams with fingers that no longer hold form.

Enter the symphony

The convergence of startrails forms a map of the soul—lost intersections, once familiar, now fade into the astral night.