Among the stars, thoughts drift like ancient mariners—lost, yes, but searching in a sea of black velvet. These dreams, amber-stilled in the cosmos, echo with a quiet reverence. Time in its relentless march pauses here, suspended as the universe breathes slowly, deliberately.
What truths do the void whisper when the heart is still? Beneath the cosmic symphony of twinkling silence, lie the remnants of a forgotten past and the seeds of tomorrows unnamed. Reflection is a luxury in space, a gentle caress on the psyche's edge.
To wander is to wonder, and in solitude, the stars share their sordid secrets—the ones that slip through the cracks of reality and into the dreams of those who dare to listen. Infinity Below beckons onpaths untrodden.
A cosmic journal written in stardust, with chapters penned in halcyon moments. Echoes of Silence provide a warm embrace for cold, fossilized memories.
Here, among the spectral glow, we are reminded: each heartbeat, every whisper of thought—an eternity captured and sweetly savored.