Within the silent cosmos, hidden constellations dance in the dark. The night whispers their story, a tale untold and unseen. They are restless, these configurations of stars, bound to an infinite void, yearning for recognition. But recognition brings no solace, only the ugliest truth.
Long ago, before the telescopes and the charts, these constellations were mapped in dreams by a forgotten astronomer. Each dot a memory, each line a confession. They spoke of worlds unseen, of truths hidden beneath layers of cosmic dust and human denial.
The ugliest truth is not found in the galaxies far away, but in the constellations that do not wish to be known. In the spaces between stars, where light takes eons to fade, lies the remnants of a truth too vast to comprehend, too heavy to bear.
Do you dare to seek it?