Stars Whisper Softly

Through buried glimmers... through glimmer buried...

When we gaze upwards, the past touches our faces like the tender hand of a lover long gone. Each star, a promise; each glimmer, a memory submerged beneath the sands of now. Do we not strive, hidden in our universe, to connect, to connect, to connect...

Beneath our stepping stones lie echoes that sing the songs of forgotten futures, words unspoken that linger, linger eternally in the void. Listen, if you will, to the rhythm of the universe folding time back into twilight's embrace.

Do you see...? buried beneath... the stars whisper softly...

In this moment of silence, we are infinite. A thread of light connects the dreams of the past with the dawn yet to come. Touch it, and feel; bury it, and forget, or let it flow freely, as stars do in their celestial dance.

Will we ever find the path to these luminous lives beyond our reach, or is their glow meant only for the longing in our hearts?