In an age not bound by the strings of minutes and moments, a comet carved whispers into the cosmic ether. Echoing tales of reflections in silver pools, across landscapes painted with the dreams of stardust.
Once, within a breath's length of eternity, I found myself traversing the tail of that luminous traveler. My steps matched the pulse of a distant sun, a flicker in the velvet kaleidoscope.
There, I encountered the Keeper of Tides—a guardian whose memories danced like shadows cast by eons. With eyes that saw beyond the birth and death of worlds, they spoke in verses as old as ancient voids.
Do you remember the time we hoped to catch its glimmer on our fingertips? That comet, streaking across the canvas of celestial night, dipped down just to trace the outlines of our forgotten dreams.
I spoke to the stars, and they answered in the laughter of distant galaxies. With each syllable, we stitched a tapestry of light and time—woven with the silk of unseen comets.
Journey onward, each fragment of our tale adds a stitch to the cosmic quilt. Each reflection unveils another layer, peeling back the familiar darkness to reveal truths in radiant patterns.