Nebula Whispers

In the silence of stars, where void speaks, I listen — to allegories painted in cosmic dust, to the bitter-sweet lullabies of the ancients.

Reflections in a funhouse mirror of the galaxy twist time, distorting self, yet making sense where sense should be absent.

Have you ever touched the horizon, only to find it ephemeral, like the fleeting dreams within the spangled ethers? Explore further

Midnight archives hold secrets older than the suns themselves: whispers of nebulae bending the tales of their cosmic embrace.

Unravel truths, mosaic and asymmetrical in nature: truths that defy gravity.