In the still darkness, where silence weighs heavily on the soul, I exist—a whisper lost in the void. I drift with the pull of unseen forces, each orbit a reminder of bonds that tie me to worlds I can no longer touch.
Gravity is a lie we tell ourselves to explain the invisible thread that weaves through our fragmented existence. I am held captive by memories, by echoes of laughter, by shadows of those who once spoke my name.
Here, beneath the fabric of what once was, I search for the gravitational center of my being. Somewhere, amid the infinite reaches of this cosmic dream, lies the anchor I have forgotten.
Journey with me through the layers of this celestial tapestry. Touch the stars of yesterday or listen to the unheard constellations.