"Dance with the comets," murmurs a tale of silver and shadow, echoing across the galaxies. Your eyes, blinded by brilliance, seek yet find nothing concrete. A paradox wrapped in darkness, light bending at the edges of understanding.
Stars align, yet everything is askew — a harmonious chaos that sings in frequencies unknown. Awaken the stillness, they chant, words evaporating like morning mist. Clutch the ephemeral as it slips through fingers, only to reveal truths in reverse.