between nebula embrace, tales entwined
we spoke in whispers
words echoing
into the littered night
of forgotten sorrows
ever waiting for tomorrow

Guide, —— threads unwoven yet Do you hear it? The slow melody of stars, backlit in cosmic mist? Every blink a story half-told, a quaint promise lost among shadows. There's a purpose in their silent eloquence, almost like aching wanderers mimicking Earth's facetious familiarity. The canvas drapes, edging between daylight's embrace and night's indifference.