Dear Earthbound Dreamers,
As I pen this message, the sun hangs low in the Proxima sky, a flickering candle amidst an ancient
tapestry of stars. The air here is laced with whispers of long-forgotten songs, echoing through the
orange sands.
I've named a dune after you, each grain a memory shared. You'd love the view from this ridge; the
horizon dances with hues of violet that stretch into infinity.
Until our next crossing, hold back the tides.
Yours in stardust,
Kael
To the Silent Seekers,
Today, the flowers bloomed in colors unseen, beneath the canopy of the Nebula Grove. Dwelling here,
time bends and warps, much like the tales of your childhood.
I’ve captured the sound of their silence in my heart, a melody too pure for the confines of our
world's gravity.
You would lose yourself in their embrace, I fear. Or perhaps, find yourself again.
With a heart full of light,
Lyra
To the Bright Eyes of Terra,
I write from the icy dance of the comet, its luminous tail an ephemeral brushstroke across the night.
Here, the universe hums a bittersweet lullaby, cradling secrets from the dawn of time.
The stars watch in silent vigil, guardians of this fleeting moment.
I send you a fragment of comet dreams, woven in the cool touch of cosmic winds.
Forever orbiting,
Orion