Cosmors May 2026
We are its dream for an instant: stardust remembering itself.
In the cathedral of night, no roof but scattered light — galaxies spiral like breath from the mouth of silence. cosmors
It could be a typo or a creative term.
We are its dream for an instant: stardust remembering itself.
In the cathedral of night, no roof but scattered light — galaxies spiral like breath from the mouth of silence. cosmors
It could be a typo or a creative term.