Stars are the silent witness of time. Their light, a contemplation of eternity, moves across the void, seeking souls ready to understand its tale. Each glow holds secrets of creation, destruction, and rebirth.
Directional annotations, hidden constellations, whispered coordinates from an ancient Earth etching secrets in the sky.
The cosmos plays a game with distances. The more one seeks, the farther they pull away. Orion's Belt becomes an astral illusion, a decorative tether holding celestial wanderers at bay.
In the chase for clarity, simplicity hides among the imaginations of stars, twinkling silently above.
Does the universe keep dreams? Some say theirs drift to the void, lost between galaxies, waiting for reincarnation. Perhaps dreams find among these cosmic shores their rightful harbor, to be reborn in light's touch.