In the seemingly infinite night, the stars whisper tales of forgotten worlds.
Are we but silhouettes, carved from the dark, standing on the precipice of being?
Reflect, if you can, on the dance of existence that threads through every light.
Peer into the Abyss of Dreams Follow the Echoes of the SilhouetteWhat is a star, if not a beacon in the wilderness of the cosmos?
Touch the horizon where oblivion begins, just beyond reach.
Lose yourself in the vastness; remember that you are, for a moment, here.