Among the stars lie quiet histories, spectral remnants of supernovae folded in silence. An astronaut once mused, every heartbeat a reminder of our fragile pulse amid the cosmic dance. It’s strange how the universe hums beneath our understanding, the galaxies untouched but whispering.
The telescope strays its gaze not at the stars but at the stories they leave behind. In remote valleys where pollution beats softly on the fume-less night, fragments of reality are caught, perched like fireflies upon the void.
Meridian Music: a juxtaposition of soundwaves and skyways.
The Oldest Moon: earthly chronicles of age seen through faded weathers, growing quietly amongst the sun's evening layer.