Entry Two: The Tapestry of Stars

In my wanderings through the cosmic expanse, amid the eternal dance of the celestial spheres, I found a remnant of a time when the cosmos was a tapestry woven by hands unseen. Each star a stitch, each planet a knot in the fabric of the universe. To have seen it once, in its full splendor, resonates with a forgotten echo.

Amongst the scattered constellations, I came upon a familiar constellation, their luminescence whispering tales of yore — a constellation I had charted in my youth, now ancient and wise. Its stars blinked in synchronicity, as if remembering a dance long choreographed.

I pondered then the ephemeral threads of existence. Are we but dust upon these stellar looms, breath held in the spacetime weave? A question left swirling in the ether as I continued my path through the lacework.