In the hallowed alcoves of the cosmic tapestry, where the stardust dreams of ages untold converge, a whisper dances upon the void. It is here, in the delicate balance of astral flights, that the fates are woven with azure threads and golden strands, each thread pulsing with a heartbeat of galaxies.
The whisper speaks to those who dare to listen, unveiling the hidden paths etched in the fabric of time. Do you hear it? The song of supernovas echoing across endless plains, the quiet sigh of nebulas embracing the distant shores of eternity...
As the comets weave their luminous trails across the dome of dreams, we are reminded of the endless waltz of celestial bodies — a ballet of gravitational grace that binds them in an eternal pas de deux. Here, choices become echoes, resounding with a power that reverberates throughout the ages.