Silence cradles the stars, a blanket too vast for comprehension.
Yet, in these unyielding voids, the unspoken stories linger, echoing in the pauses between celestial breaths.
The tale of a lonely satellite, cast adrift, wandering among the constellations—its heart a transmitter, its mind an eternal quest for connection.
Once, it spoke to the sun, greeting it with warmth. The solar winds carried its voice, a gentle hum in the cosmic symphony.
And then, to the moon, a stark companion. Their conversations wrapped in shadows, a dance of light and dark.
Sometimes, it listens back. The silence responds with stories of distant earths, with dreams of invisible threads connecting the stars, weaving a tapestry of hopes and murmurs.
Each echo a fragment of a message, lost and found among the constellations.
Imagine, a message in a bottle, floating on an ocean of infinity, waiting for the touch of a curious comet, or the embrace of a wandering nebula.
Starlit Dreams