In the quiet expanse of stardust, I ponder deeply—what echoes exist in the silence of the soul, where memories float like fragments of once-mighty comets?
The universe is a tapestry, each thread a lifetime suspended in amber. How do we weave meaning into our transient moments in this cosmic loom?
Among the galaxies I see unseen pathways—faint trails left by dreams unfulfilled. Yet, it is these paths that guide the wanderer through the dark.