In the realm where starlight weaves its tales upon the velvet sea of night, the cosmic dance unfolds—a waltz between eternity and the ephemeral. Here, the Polaris grins as galaxies pirouette, twinkling in synchrony, a choreography known only to the ancients.
The moon, a silver spectator, scribes secrets into the silence, echoes of forgotten verses sung by celestial choirs. Shadows cast by meteoric flares shimmer in the afterglow of constellations, their names lost to the sands of time.
Vortex of time and space, where reality bends—a corridor of prismed light, reflections in a funhouse mirror, distortions of truth. Step softly, for the stardust whispers of destinies unbound and paths untaken, weaving tapestries of mystique.