Beyond where the stars breathe, lie the invisible threads of the cosmos woven in silence. A ship adrift on the nebular seas, its hull a mirror to the fragmentation of time. Within, a voice echoes, familiar yet shrouded in distance.
The horizon bends, folds over itself like a forgotten memory. In this place, the rules of arithmetic dissolve, leaving traces of dreams painted in the hues of melancholy.
To dance among the unaware stars is to tread lightly on paths paved with shadow. Encounter the forgotten echoes, and find solace in their silence.