The echoes of starlight remind me of whispers long forgotten.
In the twilight of your gaze, the universe unfolds its secrets.
Is not each star a reflection of our own untold stories,
shimmering from a past we may yet understand?
Dear Voyager,
In a place where time bends and loops unto itself,
I find solace in the dance of celestial bodies.
Space is not an emptiness but a tapestry woven of dreams.
The nebulae bloom like thoughts unspoken,
each a fragment of a mind adrift in the cosmos.
What are we but stardust seeking home,
lost in the rhythm of an eternal tango?