The Celestial Odyssey

Voices from afar, murmured through the ages, echo across the void -

We are but stardust, weaving through ink-black seas.

The past resides in the constellations, in patterns unseen by terrestrial eyes.

Here, journeys begin with the trace of a comet's tail, guiding seekers through forgotten avenues.

Let the stars whisper in your ear; they remember where dreams were buried.