It started with whispers in the night. Stars murmuring about days long past, before galaxies spun and planets forged themselves with fiery breath. Old celestial songs echo from the depths of the cosmos, each note a shard of ancient memory.
Some claim to hear these songs in dreams, clustered in constellations that have always felt like distant homes. Others find solace in the rhythm of their orbits, invisible threads pulling earthbound souls toward the heavens’ embrace.
Return to Echoes of Time Paths UntraveledWhen the last comet faded, we looked to the skies and remembered. Each particle, a seed of forgotten histories, now scattered among the stars. Who among us will tend to their rebirth, nurturing memories of symbiosis forgotten?