In the silence of an unblemished sky, where the cosmos hums quietly, I find myself standing beneath the canopy of forgotten dreams. Each star, a note in a symphony that plays only when the heart is still. I remember this melody, though I have never heard it in this life.
The constellations map stories that feel like my own, penned in the ink of eternity. Their arrangement sings a tune I can almost grasp—an echo of a reflection from another time. Once, in another life, we danced under these same stars.
Whispers of the Past Dreaming While Asleep