In the nebulous embrace of space, where poetics whisper through the celestial folds, the stars gather in clandestine assemblies. Each pinprick of luminescence an echo, a memory, of shadows gliding upon the astral waves. They converge, silently serenading the void, their peripheries kissed by the ethereal dance of time’s relentless flow.
Gaze, if you dare, into the mirrored depths of this starry sea. See reflections not of oneself, but of destinies unwritten, of realms adrift in the ocean of the cosmos. Hear the murmurs of the void, where each comet trails a history untold, where galaxies spin tales rejected by the earthly ear.
Are these reflections the hauntings of stars long extinguished? Or are they portals to those parallel existences awaiting the touch of the brave? Here lies the mirror, reflecting not what is, but what might be, or what once was. An echoing eternity captured in a fleeting glance.