The winds of Orion's belt whisper secrets, tracing cosmic ballet on the rim of dreams. The sun sets, unseen, beyond the fourth moon, casting shadows in colors never known on Earth.
Your stars echo those of my youth, yet they sing a different melody—a harmony lost to time's relentless march. Can you hear it? A haunting symphony, ephemeral and pure.
Here, in the cradle of forgotten giants, memories float like the dust of ancient realms. Time slips past like starlight, fleeting and always just out of reach.
Unwritten tales breathe the air, thick with cosmological myths and half-formed dreams. Write to me, if you dare, through the veil of the void.