"The stars, once luminous in their infancy, recounted tales of our forgotten dances.
They crackled with a laughter not known to mankind for aeons past and left echoes
that flutter in the marrow of the cosmos."

"Through the prism of solitude", she whispered, her voice resembling the
intertwining of nebulae through time and space, "one can trace the lineage of
constellations back to the primordial forges where dreams were kindled."

"In the abyss we discovered an involuted spiral of sound—a forgotten hymn composed
by celestial artisans long ago. Our hands reached out, fingers grazing the edge of
infinity's velvet shroud."