Somewhere between the visible and invisible, they map constellations of forgotten dreams.
A breath in the tolling silence, whispers of destiny echo in celestial dust.
The tapestry holds; all are connected in quantum wavering threads. A poet's ambition, stitched with tears.
Would you follow the comet's echo, tracing errant paths through nebulous whispers?
Hypothetical schemas burn bright in twilight diaries, etching invisible markings on the unwritten pages of time.