The trace that a person leaves on the earth is a reflection of a separate galaxy. This is a frozen reflection and dumb recall of the whole diversity of existence, which we call “life”.
You will not find the same prints, as you will find the same patterns on the fingers. They, like frozen magma, hide the hot fire of life.
Like celestial bodies, we rush through boundless outer space, and when our fuel reserves run out, we die with our stars.
Only dust, imprint and memory will now testify to the temporary journey of the Milky Way. And time to return to the Eternal Sowing again.
When such thoughts take us prisoner, there is nothing left but to devote a new ornament to them. Silver imprint of the Galaxy Imprint is a miniature drawing of the immense mystery of human existence.