Glide along the spectrum of celestial whispers, where threads of light weave the complex tapestry of universal connectivity—notes of silence braiding melodies unknown.
—Interstellar telegraph, beams cast by absent suns, embracing their electrons in transient tribal dances...
Among the spirals there, unicorns revealed in the folds of star-mist. Did you hear? The echoes of time, dancing in dimly lit quantum cafes with shimmering patrons of ether and light.
What to grasp, what will to unwind? Listening to the ecstatic pulses of the solar symphony, with each note a galaxy all its own. Are you casting thoughts upon the parallel shores?