Have you ever stood beneath the stars and pondered over the paint splashes on a cosmic canvas? Extract meaning from light-year distances, align your spirit with twinkling shards, and name them by loneliness. In the void, minor reverberations echo across the dark sea of ether. We invent stories to calm the storm within our skulls, a chaotic hum akin to a seeker lost in space.
The task is simple: breathe life into the patterns of radiance above. Each dot, a chapter, quietly composed into a celestial orchestration.