Reflections echoed through the galaxies, a reminder that we dream in realms far beyond.
The horizon extends into infinity, yet sits within the mind’s eye. What touches it is not seen, but felt.
There is a gentle pause; the gravity of silence is heavier than stars collapsing into supernovae.
Yet, every thought is a universe expanded within, a rebirth in quiet observance.
Touch the Void Awaken to the Nebula Memories of Constellations