In veils of violets across the cosmic landscape, lie whispers of interstellar travel, dreams carved in the fabric of curiosity. The galactic horizon, ever-bending, houses stories untold and stars unwatched.
The galaxies spin in an eternal ballet, confined within the structure of:
As science treads upon dreams with a steady foot of wisdom, here are the echoes that may awaken a traveler:
Echoes from Orion
“Die Sterne sind unendlich, unobscured immer…the journey into the violet haze, never done.”