Echoes of the Nebula

The pallid stars blink silently, casting shadows upon the once vibrant relic. Here lies the old tales, woven in a tapestry of void and eons

The Nebula's Breath... it sings. Amidst tendrils of cosmic mist, voices linger — echoes…lonely and yearning. Strange yet a comfort, like Hamlet overlooking the drifting Ophelia.

🌌 Rhapsody of forgotten suns, swirling argent hues ensnaring a tale dark yet parallel to what the heavens knew. Was it you who called my name into the stardust ocean? Or a memory forged from bioluminescence of distant shores?

an echo replies...
the nebula weeps