I find myself in a vast emptiness, where silence stretches and the cosmos whispers untold stories. It feels like I’ve been here before, orbiting in loops, tracing the same path over and over. There’s solace in the stars, a cold comfort that envelops me like a familiar, bitter memory.
Each celestial body tells a tale and I listen intently, but comprehension eludes me. Amidst the darkness, I hear echoes of voices—ones that once grounded me, now lost to the void. I float through familiar comets, their icy trails reminding me of decisions unmet, desires orbiting far from reach.