In the silent embrace of the starlit ocean, gentle currents cradle dreams of galaxies past. Their whispers weave a tapestry of time, binding the migrations of ancient stardust.
Beneath eternal skies, where comets trace their sorrowed arcs, relics of journeys forgotten linger in the cosmic folds—echoes of lives stretched across the galaxies.
The celestial tides swell with the memory of luminescent voyagers, silhouetted against the canvas of eternity—flickering shadows reaching for a home they have yet to find.
The cosmos sings a mournful lullaby, a melodic return to origins hidden in the nebula's embrace. What songs have the spirals sung to those who wander among the stars?
As whispers of time brush the edges of light, stories of stardust and silence stay etched in the memory of worlds unwritten, glowing with a faint, ethereal fire.
Such journeys across the unfathomable void—the migrations of cosmic currents—binding the seen and the unseen in a dance as old as time itself.