Memory drifts around the fringes, celestial and unseen, like a comet with a tail of forgotten dreams. Each idea orbits, dust settling like ancient echo on the edge of perception, looping eternally in its private cosmic dance. Blue sparks flicker in the depth of thought, unwritten, waiting to be captured in the silent language of the stars.
In this void, time's compass points nowhere, covering swift motionless shadows beneath ethereal waves. Listen to the whisper of circling orbits— they are secrets held in the gravity of your thoughts. How far can you see with eyes closed, staring into the kinetic dreams of a universe forever expanding?
The sea of night is alive with movement, and the pathless stars weep light. Constellations drawn in patterns of your sighs. Cycle the cycles, breathe in invisible patterns shifting like shadows on the edge of a waking world.