In an epoch where time is but a whisper and space stretches infinitely, woven with the silent symphony of drifting stars, lies the vast cosmic tapestry. It holds untold chapters — lost, forgotten, or merely unwritten.
The celestial drift speaks of worlds beyond our reach, realms that have slipped through the grasp of cosmic memory. Each chapter, a potential saga of constellations and their legacies. These are stories that did not materialize, yet etch themselves into the fabric of night — shadows of stories lost in the drift.
The chroniclers of old often spoke of a time when these celestial wanderers were tethered closely to their birthplaces. Yet, as the chronicles flowed from pen to parchment, the stars untangled themselves — drifting apart, scattering across the dark sea. What lore was lost as their paths diverged?
Among these chapters are the Fragmented Fables of the constellations: tales of tormented kingdoms fading beyond the twilight, of radiant princesses whose tears became distant nebulas, and of ancient sages who charted their demise with a gaze heavy with foreknowledge.
"To ponder the unwritten is to cradle a void filled with the shadows of what could have been."
So we ask, what inscriptions might have marked the journeys of these lost worlds? What whispers of their downfall, or triumph, echo softly in the void? The Abyssal Realm awaits with answers, or perhaps more questions.
As we drift alongside these relics of celestial wanderings, we contemplate the Endless Chapters that lie before us — unwritten, uncharted, untold, yet perpetually present in the dreamer's sky.