Narrative by: The Silence Between Stars
In the delicate, unyielding grace where galaxies whisper and worlds hushedly spin, there lies a dance—an ancient compass dance of starlight, both serene and mesmerizing.
The stars pulsate softly, like the heartbeat of the cosmos, in spirals unwitnessed, echoing patterns older than time itself. They turn, they seek, they guide the lost dreams adrift in the velvet expanse.
The Milky Way strides forth, a luminous river of lore, as constellations align in a celestial choreography that no one sees, yet everyone knows. Nebulae bloom in silence, a tapestry sewn by the threads of eternity.
With every cosmic pirouette, the compass of the heavens resets, recalibrating paths traced in silver dust.