A thing remembers...
The distant ripples, like a gentle beckoning.
Murmurs of ancient tongues twisted in cosmic winds.
Silence, thick as fog, envelops...
my thoughts, scattered like autumn leaves on dark waters.
Cavernous echoes find solace in the curves of forgotten obelisks.
Night shrouds everything...
in muted hues of endless gray—a blanket for the stars.
Each blink of a celestial eye etches memories onto the skin of the cosmos.
Unravel the whispers as you proceed: