The night blooms blossoms with spectral glows. Two moons compete to be the brightest, but I find solace under their combined dance. Your sunset tales come to mind here, vivid against this foreign canvas.

Awaiting the next whisper through the chronofeed.

This secluded rock speaks a tongue older than humanity, yet reminds me of our Earth walks. Wind echoes between the canyons, perhaps carrying my thoughts back to you. Regulation light-bearers hum a calming tune over this orb.

Until our roots entwine again.

Smoky landscapes bring thought to life, like waking dreams realized on page. Below the surface lies a maze of sentient shadows… or is it mere play of light? Still, your voice narrates clarity in the chaos.

A cosmic mirage reflects your essence.