The stars, distant and flickering, serve as a silent canvas where countless histories have been scrawled, erased, and rescribed throughout the ages. Each luminary point offers a palimpsest — a foundation overwritten yet never completely effaced.
Buried beneath layers of galactic dust and time, these whispers tell stories:
- The violent birth of a galaxy, billions of years ago.
- Civilizations rising and crumbling, casting faint echoes across the cosmos.
- Cosmic phenomena that human eyes once mistook for gods.
These celestial chronicles are not lost but buried beneath the sands of time, awaiting discovery and reinterpretation. Subsequent generations gaze upwards, joining in the eternal quest to untangle the mysteries of what has been forgotten but not lost.
The night sky is a parchment, each star a whisper, each comet a forgotten chapter.