Dear earthbound soul,
Here in the opalescent swells where moonlight kisses the ocean's skin, the jelly-like waters speak. They whisper secrets of distant shores untouched by cosmic footfalls.
What binds us to our stars? I float adrift in a sea of dreams, buoyed by intention and astral tides.
Does purpose change when the sky melts into the nebula's embrace?
To the wanderers of yesterday,
Amidst the gravitational harmony of interstellar echoes, I find solace in the silence of the abyss. Stars burn as beacons of the not-yet-was.
Do the constellations read our hearts as open books? Their luminous words written in the vast lexicon of space.
From the silent cradle of the universe,
Should we seek the origin of origin, or revere the unborn possibilities wrapped in dark matter's cloak? The answer lies in questions unanswered.
We stand at the edge of existence, perhaps for a moment or eternity — finding comfort in cosmic uncertainty.