In the universe's whisper, time dances in spirals.
The stars form letters, but none resemble words we know.
Each blink of a constellation rewrites the history we forget to remember.
Upon the celestial sea, boats of silver drift between hours.
Their sails are woven from dreams, untethered and free, unfurling endlessly.
Navigate the waters of eternity:
enter the maze.
But beware, for there are no exits, only paths that curve back upon themselves,
reflections of choices not yet made but long since destined.
Somewhere beneath the time-touched sands,
lies a chronicle unwritten, an echo unheard, waiting to be spun into
the tapestry of forgotten stars.
Listen.