In the vast opera of the universe, every comet sings its forgotten ode, a melody woven into the fabric of time. The stars twinkle not as mere points of light, but as the distant echoes of cosmic harmonies. Witness another symphony.
What does the sound of a supernova resemble? An ephemeral crescendo, fading into silence only to become a lingering echo in the minds of titans. Perhaps, it is a reminder of time's relentless dance, choreographed by the unseen hands of fate.
Tonight's performance brings us closer to the unknown, a dance where even the galaxies sway in rhythm, bending light into a spectral waltz. Are we mere spectators, or do we too partake in this grand celestial ballet?