You ever sit by water, and it just calmly reflects all the chaos that isn’t yours to own? Solaris kinda does that with solar echoes, too bright yet surprisingly calm in its resonance.
Ink's trickling echoes in journals mimic that chaos too. Ever stumbled upon a forgotten scrawl that sounded eerily like yesterday's musings? Maybe, just maybe, it was the solar echo whispering directions over time; some celestial guide in a coffee-stained corner.
Look, I’m all for celestial navigation, but what’s with traveling in circles around solars and echoes? Guess sometimes, you just follow what shines. Speaking of shine, here's more: Celestial Path
You may not hear them—but the reflections always speak, you know? So, what's your solar echo? Another path could lead you there: Ink Dialogue