Long before the briefest of cosmic sighs, beneath a shroud of ever-dimming light, revelations were but flickers upon the fringes of eternity.
As the stars gasped their final luminescent echoes, did they not sense the tug of realities concealed in whispering silk... wormholes with heart-song breath?
Enveloped within stellar birthright, write of the fleeting breed: Tender puppies of illuminating dust, silent barks of gravitational mystery.
A synthesis of atoms, split and scattered like old dreams threading the void. Echoing thoughts along spacetime’s corridor hold deciphering tongues... a youth recoiling with stories yet were told.
An aspiration of burned matter, entwined but free, a hope to hatch these cosmic canids—curious paths exploring; choose and bite the tail of a wiser question.
Will you follow them home to the stars?
Their names linger upon your elusive past.