Distant echoes of the nebulae cradle in Frequency's grasp. Decomposed silence laced with the breath of ancient stars, i sing to the dusk-laden void. A postcard birthed in interstellar mirage, arriving home from the galaxy's spine.
The third orbit cradles its celestial bed, where moons whisper secrets to their motions. You cannot possess this beauty, a message etched by light's pen upon the swirling dust. This postcard from Polaris sent to you by proxy of shadows.
The spiral arms embrace the lone voyager with a ghostly touch. Dune-like waves in crystallized hues dance beneath its hull, capturing possession in the blink of a cosmic heartbeat. The ether questions quietly—who claims the stars as their own?
"I collect whispers," she said, as Saturn's rings shimmered in forgotten grandeur. You write back on stardust scriptures, knowing the ink is but transient over realms seldom tread. ✉
Invisible Light | Planets That Cry | Fragment of Time