The air tastes like salt, but there's no sea in sight. Only the eternal stretch of stars above, shimmering in silent witness to the steps I leave on this forgotten shore. They say the universe speaks, whispering secrets in the constellations. I’ve come to hear its voice, hoping to find my place among the drifting celestial bodies.
Gaze into the void and contemplate:
With each breath, the cosmos unfolds a story etched in starlight. I hear the murmurs of those who walked before me, their shadows tracing patterns in the night. The waves—like the stars—are restless, their rhythm a reminder of time's vastness. I long to belong somewhere, anywhere, and yet all I find is the echo of my own footsteps on this alien ground.
You can search the skies and find paths of your own in the darkness. Might they lead you somewhere you’ve never dared to dream?
Celestial Paths