In the depths of night, whispers of the sky, each twinkle, a forgotten lullaby. Beneath their watch, we dream, shapes shifting in the vastness above.
A single star speaks: "Remember." Its light a gentle plea, fading yet persistent.
Echoes of ancient songs linger, woven among the constellations. We hear them in the silence, a melody only the stars know.
Hand in hand with shadows, we walk through the cosmos, our breath a mist against the infinite blue.
Galaxy Whispers