In the grand theater of collapsible orbs, the question lingers: Are we merely echoes of primordial dust?
Navigate through voids of existence. while embracing the supernova of your soul.
Narratives merge under the vast auspices of inescapable gravitational indifference, yet here we tremble.
Carefully transcribed under layers of stardust, the whispers unfold: Seek not light, outside returns.
Ah, irony dances like twinkling stars—
To reside on sunglasses and mixtapes, space is but an illusion financed by the cosmos.
Explore, wander, discover shadows of forgotten realms.