It began with a spark in the far reaches, a dormant ember stirred by cosmic winds. The comet's path is etched in the stars, unwritten on the scroll of time.
Each piece tells a tale half-told, awaiting the touch of the brush to complete the canvas. Some moments drift into obscurity, while others blaze across the sky in brilliant arcs.
Comets paint the cosmos in strokes of light and shadow, their trails a testament to the stories untold. As they wander, so do we, gathering pieces of our own fragmented journeys.
Perhaps it is not the destination, but the constellation of forgotten memories that shape the traveler. Find the whisper or unlock the nebula.