In the void between dreams, the perfumed echoes of Vega linger, wrapping whispers in silk threads. Once upon a comet's tail, the Moon hummed its shadow song, a lullaby sung to the sleeping sun.
On the crimson shores of Mars, the silence spins tales of forgotten dances beneath the auroras. Each grain of rusted sand cradles a memory, swaying like a lost child in the arms of gravity.