They say when a comet passes, it's the universe's way of whispering ancient secrets. I stood beneath the luminous arc, heart echoing like a drum in a hollow cave. "Have you ever made an eternal vow?" I asked the void, half-expecting an answer from the stars.
"Sure," the wind seemed to reply, "but nothing's truly eternal, is it?" Its voice was soft, almost teasing, like a friend you hadn't seen in ages. We conversed in ways that transcended words, wrapped in the comet's ephemeral glow.
But whispers have a way of returning, don't they? Just like comets, they circle back, telling tales of journeys and promises made in the twilight of celestial realms.
And there, amidst the stardust, I carved my vow into the ether: "To remember, always." Simple, yet profound, like a signature on a cosmic ledger.