Every star pulses in Morse, a message faint and elusive, resembling distant memories etched in twilight. Between its radiance lies the echo of dreams, tangled in the silence beyond velvet grasp—a cosmic endeavor seldom embarked.
Shadows speak, whispers of roads not traversed, casting silhouettes of what could have been, had choices been stitched differently into life's complex tapestry.
Reach towards unseen echoes or delve into the shimmering nightsong of starlit reverie. Each step fragments reality, scattering assumed paths beneath astral rain.