"It is not about the stars we navigate, but the shadows of those who walked before us," whispered the unseen, in a tone both soft and thunderous, echoing across the cosmic sea.
"Do you remember the gardens?" another voice chimed in, faint like the glow of a dying star. "Earth's forgotten paradise, where dreams grew wild among the weeds, untouched by the feet of time."
A pause, a breath, then a third voice spoke, resonating with a depth that seemed to echo from the very foundations of the universe: "Our journey, woven through the fabric of eternity, is a tapestry of lost whispers and forgotten paths."
"And who will tell our stories, when we become stardust once more?" mused the first voice, its inquiry lingering like an unanswered prayer in the vastness of space.