There exists a symmetry in silence, a melody born in the vacant spaces, an ode trapped betwixt layers of the cosmos. These verses belong not to red-blooded composers but to the ether.
Each star that twinkles splashes another sharp note, a keening trill against the boundless canvas. What music will they hum as nebulae dissipate, their shrouds dissolved in the frosty cosmos?
Many have argued that this harmony serves a purpose; perhaps, it is not the serenade of celestial spheres but rather their language, intention masked beneath harmonic allure.
The synchronization of such profound chords strikes dense with gravity at every astronomer's heart. Potentially threading a narrative for all to interpret—yet enigmatic as the subtle creak of planetary tectonics.