In the moonlit attic, beneath forgotten boxes of dust, echoes of a time linger—when cardboard shuttles were the gateways to galaxies unknown. Eight-year dreams of stardust and heavy, astral silence created visions painted on fragile memories.
“Are you ready for take-off?” they asked, voices choked with innocence and reality's vague wavering away. The night was cooler, cradled by warm sheets of imagination.
Through whispered tales and enthusiastic chirps, this journey spiraled beyond the terrestrial confines into something greater, echoing through the halls of childhood aspirations.
The star charts lay empty. Unopened and untouched, they foreshadowed these astronauts' fate, orbiting in the shadows of what could have been, were someone to unearth and unlock their mysteries.
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