Dear Weaver of Nebulae,
Here, on Pulsar’s glimmer, the stars sing secrets devoured by ages. Their chants grow faint in the cobalt void. Dare you listen?
Sincerely, The Starseer
To the Lost Voyager,
Beyond the crystal asteroids, lies untouched silence where light bends tenderly. Remember the path paved by celestial dreams.
Yours in mystery, The Orbital Guardian