Dear Spacetime Traveler,
A whisper oscillates around the edge of Saturn's rings, fragile and secret. Here, dreams take the shape of comet trails, trailing behind soft reflections of what may come to be, or never was. We await your light, as galaxies unfold like cards in the universe's grand hand.
Touching stars, They say
The lost harmonies sing.
To be where time bends—
An overly familiar line in the cosmological guidebook, stained in spectral hues. Slip through the auroras that dance across Sirius; fragments of shattered light guide the way.
Do the quasars still hum their lonely tune? Will you tune in, or are your echoes bound to quiet cosmic shadows? A choice, ever so infinite, almost playful.
Another postcard finds its way to Earth, as swirling mists kiss Uranus’ horizon.
Distant Stars Shift
Continuum Whisper
Waves in Void