Swirling and spilling, the iridescent tendrils of the cosmos weave an eternal tapestry in front of your weary eyes. Do you dare step into the ascendant whisper of silence?
The universe breaths through voids, echoes of dying stars paint the vast emptiness in colors unseen by mortals. Here you stand: on the precipice of eternity, as fragile and wondrous as the first light that split the darkness.
Through every metronomic pulse, infinity warps and bends, revealing celestial roots entangled in time's own mysteries. Is this a dream, a cosmic rumble echoing through your veins?
Reach out at the edge of knowing, where the infinite folds unto itself:
Here in the symposium of stardust, everything is forever and none can be forgotten.