Time flows like a crystalline stream, thick with memories caught in its whirls, waiting—ever profound—an echo in the void, somewhere a hand stretches.
The pulse of the stars, do you hear it? They hum a tune known before the breath of galaxies, a legend sung by shadows across the orbital horizons. You walk, imprinting your thoughts upon the dust of ancient moons.
Cosmic footprints in the sand, ephemeral yet eternal, whisper tales of forgotten epochs, marked by time's careless hand, too big for our small understandings. Touch the unknown.
Do you remember? When the stars sang lullabies, opalescent in their glow, cradling worlds in velvety solitude? Chronicles of their slumber.
Thoughts scatter like embers, burning transient trails in the neural sky, where each synapse spark ignites a universe, alive, untamed. Explore the embers.