Adrift Over Arcadian Skies

Assemble a vacancy in this galaxy where time becomes vapor. Floating mandalas of wisdom, harmonize the dissonance heard by eyes too open in twilight. The arcadia you seek must arise from barren auroras— construct concentric, celestial fires, heralding: patterns, pedestals, pyramids in ricochet—aster of action.

Know this: the star maps weave stories aiming groundward; from each termination to convergence, an infinite reflection of offspring crescents. Arcadian knives blade through celestial flesh only if cradled in directionality.