In the vastness, where time breathes slowly, the nebula's colors whisper tales of forgotten stars.
Each plume edges out, gently curling, coasting upon currents invisible yet timeless.
An orchestration not of sound, but of silence—deep echoes in the void, reminding us of our fragility.
Breaths between heartbeats, moments of stardust’s embrace, a mapped dream.
Look closer, and you might catch the glimmers of a new dawn; the nebula dances eternally.