Just as rivers carve canyons over eons, so too do they etch and etch through the sediment of what we deem truth. In the cosmic expanse, a solitary rivulet of thought runs parallel to time-space membranes, concocting whispers of galaxies adrift.
The dynamics of dissolution articulate the language of the ancients: velocity, viscosity, forlorn viscosity, conjoined to the tides. A celestial river—mistrusted compass—mapless journey.
Echoes from distant stars tout revelations fostered not on solidity, but on abstraction. The interstellar eddies in this river unfold stories impossible to harbor: martian lullabies, jovian symphonies.