When the ancients mapped the skies, they spoke of star paths—unseen trails that only the brave dared traverse.
Through the veil of midnight, where cosmic dust whispers lullabies of forgotten realms, a silhouette beckons. The air is thick with the aroma of distant galaxies.
The stars are your compass, but beware the shadows that lie beneath their glow. Listen to the murmurs of celestial winds:
“Only in your tears do the galaxies find their eyes.”
Do you dare step through the portals? If the starlight calls your name, perhaps Dances of the Comets await, or maybe the Whispers of the Nebula.
Among the ruins of a forgotten star, there lies a grave: a tomb of the first voyager, whose name is etched in the twilight, yet known only to the dark.
The wings of darkness embrace you now, lifting you to heights where time itself is a dim echo.
Stars bleed into the void, spilling their luminescence upon the earth, where cosmic dust settles… and waits.