To navigate the starless void, breathe the essence of forgotten whispers. Follow the path of the orange crescent westward until the third comet appears.
In the shadow of the carapace moon, the tide sings.
Memory whispers: Don't forget the patina of rust upon the forgotten gate.
Follow the mapless roads through the nebula's core and you might find the bakery that once sold lavender bread. Your grandmother's recipe was lost among the echoes of the Milky Way—perhaps here, it has found a new home.
The third comet, incidentally, resembles the clock you once owned. The one that ticked backward just to confuse time itself. Read more about sundials and their rebellious nature.
Lucid dreaming: To walk the bridge between the reflected stars and the pale yellow of your childhood bedroom lamp. The one that made shadows dance like nervous phantoms.
A star chart flickers briefly in the void. Ancient Dust reads the title, though it could just as easily be Whispering Stardust.