In the dark, a flicker, a whisper, a forgotten lullaby. The stars blink in patterns—perhaps a message, perhaps nonsense. My gaze is drawn upwards, as if gravity has no hold on me—just fragments of light, pulling me into their nebula, a gentle cosmic embrace.
Do you remember when the moon hung so low, it felt like a door to another realm? We stood beneath its glow, our voices scattering into the night. Now those echoes return, a song in a language we once knew but forgot… maybe it's the heartlight."
A signal from the edge of understanding, dancing on the periphery of speech. Listen closely, and you might catch its frequency. But beware, it’s a siren’s call, leading you through passages of thought you never dared to traverse.
Echoes of the Void Remnants of Silence Celestial Whisper