Obliteration of the Forgotten Constellation

In the garden of invisible stars, there lies a constellation long forgotten and perhaps never known. Its name, a whisper on the tongue of the universe, has been erased by the relentless winds of time and apathy.

These are the notes from an astral appendage that no longer feels, that no longer reaches out to grasp the constellations that have, at best, a peripheral existence.

1. The alignment is off. The stars refuse to cooperate.
2. Who needs a map to the sky when the sky is an illusion?
3. Phantom constellations, like phantom limbs, ache in places they used to belong.

The ironic twist? The stars were never aligned to guide us; rather, they were arranged to mislead with utmost sincerity.