Scribe of the astral ink, hath the universe bent and writhed on your behalf? In the quantum cocoon, woven stars sing, their hymns in shadows and fading echoes.
In cobwebbed silence, among the void's embers flicker, starlit parchments speak in silent tongues. There lie the chronicles of stellar dynamics, embraced by the black abyss of forgotten eons.
Whispered Tales of Celestial Faeries
When black holes yawn, swallowing light and time, ah, witness the elegy of cosmic ballet, an astral dirge penned with ink that none may see but all may feel.