Once encased in the amber of reality's river, the frogonauts traverse the silent echoes of metamorphosis.
With every parabolic leap across the astral pond, they delve deeper into whispers of yesterday's futures.
The cosmos calls softly, like a forgotten lullaby.
Were you not the one to weave tapestries of memory from the stardust threads of a lifetime?
Listen, for the universe murmurs secrets of silk and shadow.
In the tapestry of the unremembered, tales of the frogonauts linger just beyond the periphery.