Deep within the heart of our closest star, there lies an ancient yearning, trapped amidst cosmic dust and plasma. Sirius hums with a frequency only perceptible to those who choose to listen intently—a song reminiscent of forgotten dreams swimming among the echoes of paleontological discoveries.
A fossilized thought floating in the ether, near ethereal, preserved since time forgot.
You hear tales of Mount Olympus' grandeur, of the Martian grandeur concealed beneath layers of dust. But deeper still are stories told by the silent winds sweeping across red plains, whispers of unspent passions, expressions locked within icy valleys, waiting time's hand to etch them into history.
Journey farther, through the cold embrace of comet tails where particles discharge memories like radio signals on the planet's fringe. Here, a silent lore, leveraging history's gravity well, repeatedly runs oblique paths.