"The constellations align, but what do they sing?" The voice was a soft murmur, barely rising above the hum of the cosmos. An old man's question, perhaps. Or a timeless one, echoing across the aeons.
"They speak of journeys, of paths not taken. Each star a note in a melody that only silence knows." A woman's reply, gentle yet firm, as if she were brushing away the dust of memory from the very stars.
The harmonies are there, hidden in the folds of night. Beneath the vast expanse, one might find solace in their sound, if only they knew how to tune their ears to the universe. Perhaps it's a matter of rhythm, of standing still in the dance of orbits for just a moment longer.
Do you believe in the constellation's tales? To some, they are mere stories, myths spun by ancient hands. To others, they are truths, waiting patiently for the wise to decipher their meanings.
Listen carefully tonight, when the sky is darkest and the stars brightest. Perhaps you'll hear the old man's question again, or the woman's answer. Perhaps you'll find your own voice in the harmony.
Ancient Lore | Stellar Echoes | Celestial Odyssey