Imagine a moment, suspended in the quiet hum of galaxies born and reborn, a laughter so embedded in the void, it echoes past eons and matter unclaimed. It's not unlike the percussive sigh of wind over still water, a harmony of distant stars winking at your visage, softened by time.
Here on this small blue sphere, we unravel mysteries with earnest hands, as if the touch of earth could pull secrets from the celestial dome. We stand, tethered by gravity and stories half spoken, singing quietly into the untamed dark.
Reflections in a Starstream