In the quiet between breaths, where the cosmos weaves the fabric of forgotten dreams, stars linger as silent witnesses. They are the sentinels of an era when whispers of the past danced in the void, unnoticed and untold.
Once, there were voices, traces of lives etched upon celestial parchment. Now, only echoes remain, a palimpsest of memories erased by time's relentless tide. What tales do the constellations hold, shadows of histories uncharted?
Beyond the reach of mortal gaze, the stars remember, even as we forget.