When the stars hum their ancient lullabies, the sky becomes a vast, shimmering ocean. Each twinkle a ripple, each constellation a distant shore. To sail these astral seas is to navigate the quiet corridors of the soul.
What lies beyond the velvet expanse? In each dark embrace, a whisper of time echoes, longing to be understood. There are tides within the cosmos, relentless in their pursuit, drawing us ever closer to the unseen horizon.
The void dances, a waltz of wonder and somber reflection. We are but ships adrift on currents unseen, our paths woven through lightyears and shadow, ever searching, ever yearning.