The stars whisper tales older than the winds. They chart the silent paths of contemplative journeys, carving
constellations from our dreams.
In the quiet moments, the cosmos pauses, inviting the tender heart to dance among its scattered jewels.
Each breath a universe, each thought a nebula.
Pathways through time unseen, fragments of a whole we grasp only in glimpses—
earlier lives etched upon the stellar canvas.
Like fragments of stardust within our veins, tirelessly orbiting a forgotten sun.
Listen well, for the echoes remain.