In the vast canvas of the night, the stars whisper tales
of forgotten galaxies and dreams that drift like whispers.
Here, beneath the celestial dome, shadows dance,
weaving through the remnants of starlight like phantoms
in an ancient echo chamber.
Celestial bodies, cast in silver luminescence,
traverse the heavens in slow, deliberate arcs.
Comets, the harbingers of light,
weave fiery trails through the obsidian sky,
leaving shadows that cling to the edges of memory.
Beyond the nebula’s embrace, the universe holds its breath,
waiting for the echo of a supernova, a silent symphony
of cosmic rebirth - a reminder that even in shadows,
light finds a way to be born anew.
Embark on a journey through constellations:
Drawing Thoughts |
Lunar Serenade |
Cosmic Murmurs