In the wake of forgotten constellations, lies the path seldom trodden. Breathe deeply, for the sky hums a melody known only to the stars.
Pause, for there is wisdom in stillness. Below are steps etched in moonlight:
Once, there was a dream that held the universe in its embrace; now, all that remains are these echoes:
"In the silence, I found my song, composed of stardust and forgotten longing."
Remember, these words are not mere echoes; they are instructions for the heart.