From the celestial shore, I trace the sonorous embrace of starlit whispers. Tides speak in infinite murmurs, caressing the untouched cosmos, inviting the wanderer to drown in diaphanous echoes...
Dear traveler amongst the sunbeams and the shadows, have you bathed in the lullaby of distant nebulae? They ripple like oceanic breaths, synchronized in their voyage through the void, timeless and unperturbed...
A postcard from requiem of the stars, where evening light unfurls its delicate secrets. Listen closely, and you might hear the chorus of ancient tides turning amidst the spin of galaxies...