The beam of light stretched across the unending void, a silent ripple in the fabric of time. Beneath its glow, whispers of stars echoed, recounting tales older than galaxies.
In every corner of the universe, there lies a hidden truth, waiting patiently for those daring enough to venture forth into the dark sea—beyond the constraints of terrestrial bounds and deeper into the heart of celestial solitude.
Each star is a memory, a hot ember in the cold night, clinging to eternity. Sometimes, these stars sing. They sing of worlds seen and unseen, of fragments unwoven from the tapestry, lost in their dance around celestial pauses.
One might wonder what the stars say when no one listens—whether their songs echo within the hearts of those wandering beneath their gaze. Perhaps one day, those questions will be answered, not by machines or lenses, but by the quiet understanding of an earthbound dreamer.
The realm of visions is never static; it's always in flux, shaped by the thoughts of those who traverse its infinite expanse. And perhaps, in those thoughts, lies the true cosmos—a universe not of stars and dust, but of dreams and visions unbound by time.
A Path Through the Stars | Ephemeral Sight