Celestial Diaries: Syllabus Transgress

Beyond the rings of gas-laden horizons, the textbook lies open, unordered chapters whispered by nebulous voices.

"She who sits upon the cosmic spindle, weaving time's unraveling tapestry. Her syllables drown in the ocean of night."

An invitation to unravel stellar deceptions, below the comet's trail. A forgotten hymn reverberates through cosmic sands. What syllables did the shadows speak? When did the stars align against their own origins?

escape seldom reason.
hollow moon's serenade.