Beneath the plasma arcs of constellations long untold, threads weave the pact. A moth drifts through timelessness and alights. Observe.
The grains of time shiver as decisions are merged like nebulas at dusk. Stars embroider texts of their own. Read what is not spoken:
Swans dancing upon the luminous void. Their marshaled forms dictate destinies unimagined.
Crossroad Diaries