Above, the stars shimmer with an unfathomable rhythm, a syncopated dance of celestial bodies
orchestrating a cosmic ballet. Each flicker an echo of an ancient story,
told in tones of light and whispered voids. In this vast theatre,
consciousness drifts, sometimes tethered, sometimes completely free.
The pulsar's heartbeat reverberates through the interstellar fabric, weaving a tapestry
of past and present, weaving a tapestry of thoughts unspoken.
Where are we? Oceans on an astral shore,
collecting stardust like seashells in an otherworldly tide.
Here, dreams collide with the cold reality of space,
a dance of errant electrons, a whisper of forgotten whispers.
Dance with me, through the regulatory field of nebulas,
as we harness the light-year shadows together.