In the void of the universe, where stars flicker like distant memories, I find a maze woven from the fabric of silence. Each corridor lined with echoes of the past, each turn a reflection of choices unmade. The celestial tapestry unravels, revealing paths both ancient and new, yet none lead to an end.
What lies within the unseen spaces between thoughts? A mirror, perhaps, reflecting not who I am but who I might have become. Here, under the vast canopy of existence, I search for the whisper of a dream long forgotten, a longing to touch the infinite.
As I tread lightly upon hidden stardust, I ponder the veils that shroud hidden truths. Are they here to protect, to deceive, or to challenge? In every shadow, a fragment of light; in every maze, a possibility.
Perhaps the cosmos sings not of destinations but of journeys. Each star a step in an endless wander, each galaxy a chapter unwritten. And so, I walk, guided by the faint glow of constellations yet unseen.
Ephemeral Garden | Labyrinthine Beacons