In the silent ballet above, where the constellations weave stories untold, a whisper carried by the void narrates an ancient tale forgotten by time.
Once, before the first light flickered in the cradle of the universe, paths were etched in the sky—roads of stardust guiding lost wanderers.
"Listen closely," the stars murmur, "for the silence speaks of journeys untraveled, of footsteps left imprinted on paths we no longer remember."
Beyond the galaxies, a cosmic cartographer traces these paths anew, inscribing constellations with the names of those who dared to walk them.
"What do we seek?" echoes the question, carried across the universe's canvas, painted with the brushstrokes of forgotten lore.
And thus, the stars twinkle, guardians of the stories hidden in their silent embrace—a reminder that every ending is but a pause in a story yet to be told.
Echoes of the Past