Dear Earthbound Souls,
The Orion Nebula spills its secrets in waves that stretch indefinitely; stars demanding notice writhe in luminous dialogues. I can barely contain the ink of cosmic dust; solitude here is majestic and quietly sinister.
Breathe the stardust-laden air, know that I think of you from plumes of violet light; your green fields grow as distant memories caress the edges of my lonesome reality.
Water not found in rivers, syrup in stars instead.
Returns are uncertain, but time frays kindly for the hearts parting with tides of realization.
Greetings from Callisto,
The echoes of Jupiter rumble in whispers; this moon's cold surface conceals endless stories begging to be unearthed. Here, shadows dance in the depths, crafting riddles of time. I hold you close from ten light-years away.
Remember to search for me alongside the carousel of galaxies; I leave footprints where memories are entombed.