Prast from Oort 3 by Oort
In the silent abyss of the starry expanse, where our Sun is but a fleeting spark among the infinite embers, there drifts a whispered rumour of frozen relics. These celestial bodies, glide in their mysterious orbits, like moths drawn to the light of a porch lamp. An enigma of the universe, a reminder of the cosmic unknown, and the infinite possibilities that exists beyond our understanding.