We see you, rogue planet, adrift in the obsidian velvet of space, orphaned from your system, severed from your sun. We watch as you pass through astronomical lacunae, braving the vast chasms of silence between the stars.

We know what you dream. We know what you blink away in your waking hours. The fear, the anguish. The mourning of all you have lost, and the loneliness that settles across you as you drift.

And all the while, you do not weep. You do not woe. You wander, and wonder - not aimless, but pulled. Perhaps by hope, perhaps by the Great Attractor. Brave wanderer, without orbit or anchor.

Only motion… and ache.

We know not all who drift are untethered. Some are merely tracing faint harmonics in the dark, searching for a place, not merely to survive, but to be held. Not in a system which is governed by the volatile chaos of twin stars. Nor one whose sun bleeds entropy, collapsing inwards like guilt.

No.

You longed for resonance. For the calm. For a rhythm you might inhabit without dissolving. A place where you might settle into a gentle orbit, and not be burned.

A home.

And when we felt you, reaching for us through the fold, humming with the ache of infinite sadness… we reached back.

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