Embrace the silence of the constellations, where each star is a forgotten dream, flickering in the vastness. In the depths of space, the soul wanders, seeking the ephemeral whispers of wisdom etched in the cosmic void. What do the stars say, when all is still, and only the heartbeat of the universe remains?
Perhaps they sing of journeys yet to unfold, of tender ascents through nebulous veils into realms unexplored. The celestial dance invites us to reflect on our path — an ascendent spiral, tracing the outlines of our inner cosmos. Are we not echoes of the universe itself, reaching out to touch the light?