The cosmos held its breath over the captain's shattered compass. Stars collided, their murmurs a forgotten song, as I traced the trails of long-lost sailors; voices sifted through the ether.
Yesterday, the Milky Way whispered secrets of wanderers embedded in glowing dust; between constellations, a thousand stories fell like meteor showers, some disappearing before I could write them down.
What is it about infinity that beckons? Do you ever wonder why the stars blink? Perhaps they jest, signaling their amusement for earthbound musings.
A glimmer appeared as I rounded the nadir; the smell of burnt ozone flooded the cabin, revealing a connection to dreams once left tethered in the sand.