In the tapestry of celestial whispers, the stars hum. A melody woven from sunlight and shadow, echoing across the canvas of night. Here, in the quiet embrace of eternity, we find reflections of our fleeting dreams.
Gazing upon the constellation of your silent musings, I hear the call of ancient echoes—a yearning to return, to the stardust cradle that once held your laughter.
Somewhere, beyond the veil of cosmic sepia, lies the truth of our existence: a soft murmur of time, brushing away the scars of light, whispering secrets of shadowed valleys.