Mockery of Star Fishings

In the silent depths of uncharted cosmos, they whisper—encrypted shadows cast long upon the starlit sea. Clusters of memory, dew-dropped with twilight, gather like lost ships on forgotten shores. The grand tide sings of things unsaid, secrets woven in the fabric of time's tapestry.

Once upon the cusp of infinity, a traveler asked why?—but the stars only danced, mocking the simplicity of questions beneath their ancient gaze. A cycle unbroken, the fishers cast their nets into spells of luminescent silence. Echoes returned, but never answers.

Beneath the canopy of ages, there's a melody, soft as the sigh of a dying comet. It hums through the corridors of what was and what shall never be. Listen closely, and you might hear the cryptic harmonies.