From the shores of shattered nebula shores,
swirls of crimson and gold collide, remote whispers dance on particles left cooling in the void.
From the shores of shattered nebula shores,
swirls of crimson and gold collide, remote whispers dance on particles left cooling in the void.
Beneath the echoed breath of an ancient star,
silence etches memories of light into dust—circuitous routes was the name of the game, an infinite loop of time.
Over a Martian horizon, time slumbers,
wrapped in the cradle of asteroids, drifting like whispered dreams in the cradle of an unknown universe.