The constellations murmured their ancient lullabies,
an echo of a dream once shared in the void,
drifting through the galaxy like leaves in an endless river.
Have you ever noticed how the stars seem to watch
with eyes that have seen the rise and fall of worlds?
The sky remembers, even when we forget.
There’s a deja vu in the orbit of distant planets,
a looping melody sang by cosmic winds,
resonating through the fabric of spacetime itself.
Wander through the constellations with me,
where every celestial body is a chapter
in the never-ending story of our universe.