Moonlight dances across the rippled surface, a celestial rhythm
echoing the lullabies of distant stars and forgotten melodies.
Each pulse a gravity well, pulling memories from the depths
of the heart, where time bends, and space sighs.
Listen to the stars, they whisper
tales of comets tracing paths through human dreams,
cosmic tears on the fabric of space, softly sewn
through the needle's eye of cosmic wonder.
Beneath an alien sky, where the horizon meets
the edge of eternity, lies the silence of a thousand
echoes, unheard, yet felt, a gravity well of
emotion, waiting to be traversed.
Awaiting your touch, a silent abyss,
the path remains unwritten, yet known
like a secret whispered on the edge of twilight.
Would you dance with the comets
or traverse the gravity wells
of solitude and memory?