Obscura Celestials

Above the hum of everyday whispers, beyond the concrete embrace of my reality, lies a realm untouched by time. The stars are not just pinpricks in the dark; they speak in a language old as breath, soft as a lullaby.

I often wonder if they notice me. A single soul adrift in a sea of light and shadow. Perhaps they smile, knowing the dreams I weave beneath their indifferent glow.

Constellations Unfurled: Each one a story, a journey, an unfulfilled promise etched across the night sky. I trace their paths in my mind, over and over, as if mapping a route back to something I've lost.

The earth binds me, pulls me down, but the heart knows no such gravity. It's free, lost in the cosmos' vast expanse, dancing on orbital whims.

I dream of galaxies, of spirals and halos, of dust and stars being born anew. A universe so grand, yet so intimately familiar, like a long-lost friend.

Sometimes, I find solace in Realms Beyond Reach, hidden worlds that breathe life into my tethered existence.