Remember that electrifying night? The sky whispered secrets in hues we had almost forgotten. Phantom lights danced; the horizon painted its wild story.
Each flicker a reminder, a nostalgic echo of forgotten constellations and paths untrodden. We marveled, heartbeats racing, beneath the celestial canvas.
Did the stars themselves conspire with us? A conspiracy of the cosmos and time, unraveling threads in patterns only visible to the open-hearted.
Their laughter, woven into the constellations, beckons us still. Wanderer, don't you hear their call?
Lost Stars | Echoes of Time | Celestial Conspiracy