The Void's Postcards

Dear Traveler,
In the cradle of the cosmos, I found an echo of your laughter. The stars hum a melancholic tune,
weaving through the void like a forgotten melody. I pen this from the orbit of a dreaming star,
where silence holds the heart of the universe.

Yours in stardust,
O.

To the Distant Shores,
Beneath the shadow of a red giant, your name was whispered by the winds of time.
I watch the cosmic ballet from my ethereal perch, each star a note in the grand symphony of existence.

Forever adrift,
L.