The universal echoes, a * unheard symphony. Silent as cosmic winds, they brush against the weary thoughts. Once vibrant signals, now soft remnants.
Do footsteps find their own path, or are they mere outlines in forgotten dust?
Fragmented memories are whispers of departed galaxies; once home, now spectral horizons. *
Fleeting observances, zeniths of unremembered constellations. The glow of dim thoughts invites the soul's inquiry.
Echoes linger: pathways tangled in dark matter and flickering light. Not all who wander find wonders. Instruments untuned, minds adrift.