Beneath the broad sweep of unfamiliar skies, ten stars — ancient witnesses, silent guides — twist and beckon from beyond my sight. Each a distant spark of possibilities, their light echoing through the eons, illuminating the footprints scattered on alien sands.
As I step further into this vast expanse, the air thick with stories untold, I ponder the paths taken by ancestors before me, their shadows intertwining with mine, merging with the whispers held in the hushed wind.
Time here flows differently — slow ripples over the cosmic sea, a fractal dance of moments nested within moments. I wonder: Do the stars remember our names, the outlines of lives folded into their shimmering tapestry?