The galaxies spin, weaving tales older than time itself—whispering secrets in tongues long forgotten. In the silence between the stars, do we find the truth of who we are? Or are we but echoes of their dreams, drifting on the winds of an eternal night?
Visit the StreamsIn solitude’s embrace, the soul converses with the void. What memories linger in the spaces between heartbeats? What stories cling to the breath of the cosmos? Here we listen—not with ears, but with understanding.
Send a NoteStars weep for the worlds they knew; planets that danced in their glow now dust upon the wind. A galaxy mourns, yet in its sorrow lies beauty—a reminder that all things are fleeting, even light itself.
See the Flare