Whispers in the cosmic veil, myths weaved by stars now muted by silence. Do they remember? Past lives, their conversations written on celestial parchment, fading into the nebula's breath. What legacy? Transcend fears, forget names, histories layered like sediment on a forgotten shore.

Every moment a blackhole: devouring the now, twinkling memories eroded, forgotten. Palimpsests of forgotten futures, the lexicon of eternity. Erased worlds, unseen beasts, shadows lurking on the event horizon of a personal universe.

Chaos churns inside us, the gravitational pull of longing, a journey through dark seas of time. Do they see us? In their infinite wisdom, or perhaps indifference, they write and unwritten the story of existence.