The cosmos sings a lullaby, forgotten and drifting through the eons. We are but stardust, each of the atoms in our bones, a relic of a cosmic forge.
I often think of summer evenings spent stargazing on the roof. The universe sprawled above us, infinite and whispering secrets in a language unmatched.
"When you find yourself in the shadows of the swaying pines, listen. There, amongst the stars, you'll hear my message." The words echo, familiar yet distant, like an old song's refrain.
Some nights, it feels as if the stars align just to remind us of that unspoken promise, the crossroads of past and righteousness stretching across the fabric of time.
Revisit the paths paved in constellations: Echoes Astrayers | Celestial Whisper