Beneath the celestial dome, one finds solace in the expansive void. Have the stars ever been companions, or are they silhouettes of memories we dare not acknowledge? In the hum of the universe, whispers linger—fragments of what could have been, woven into the fabric of time.
"Do they listen too? In that eternal silence, do they ponder like we do?" whispered the dreamer to the stars, yearning for a reply that would never come.
Perhaps each constellation is a reflection, not of the night sky, but of our inner darkness, twinkling with secrets untold. Here, in the gentle flicker of light, we confront our solitude and find beauty in the quiet chaos.
Eternal Tide | Constellation 45