Stand before the celestial mirror. Align yourself with its unseen energies, and heed the whispers of forgotten constellations. They tell tales of worlds untouched, of objects not named in the books of man. The patterns formed by interstellar flames are more than decorations in the unseen dome; they are guides, teachers.
Remember, the universe has a voice. In its vast, echoing emptiness, it sings songs of destiny and fate. Listen closely, and you will learn not just to navigate the stars, but to understand the very fabric of space and time itself. In the mirror, see what others cannot. The truth lies not in reflection but in acceptance of the unseen. Venture again into the echoes and let the revelations unfold.