Starry Tales

Footprints carved on the crest of cosmic waves. Echoes in the vacuum sing:
"What slumbered before our trespass?"

Wandering solitudes, clad in mist and memory. The air thick with unheard dreams, weaving tales lost in the embrace of nebulas. In search of the unheard song.

"We are the night's children," they murmur, as meteor trails weep silver tears. Awash in the glow of distant sunken worlds, guardians of time's edge.