In the hollow flicker of cosmic whispers, we wander. Each star a memory, refracting the wonder and the worry, the fragile laughter lost somewhere in the void. Do you hear it too—the echo that doesn't echo but binds us in the silken threads of night?
Twists of time and space play hide and seek here. Nothing is where it should be, and yet everything seems right. As you step forward, take a moment: breathe the celestial dust, let it settle like thoughts on a winter windowsill.
Your eyes trace paths across constellations, weaving stories that may or may not belong to you. Beneath the tranquil glow, the labyrinth reveals secrets in whispers. Are you ready to listen? Or would you rather remain lost in the comfort of constellation-guided dreams?