In the deep unknown, where silence carries the weight of forgotten songs, the fabric of night
hums softly, an echo of the myriad. A tapestry woven with threads of starlight, each
whispering its own ancient truth.
The cosmos in its vastness speaks in murmurs and reflections, each constellation a mirror
to our souls. We drift through its infinity, bound to the moments we grasp between breaths,
wondering aloud if the universe listens to our echoing thoughts.
Have you ever pondered the life of a comet, a celestial wanderer carving its path through
the dark sea, leaving a trail of luminous memories? Or the quiet resilience of a nebula,
forever expanding, seeking yet holding back the stars that might be born from its embrace?
Musings of the Nebula | Chorus of Comets
The echoes wait, patiently, for the gentlest touch of time's delicate hand, to reverberate through the void. We are the dreamers of the dreams, caught in the gravitational pull of our own reflections.