The universe breathes, a languid coquette, whispering sweet nothings in the silence of the void. Each star, a partner in the eternal waltz, spins endlessly across the galaxies' grand ballroom. Celestial bodies move with grace, an erratic yet mesmerizing ballet. Pulses of light, like flickering candles upon a distant table, illuminate the dark with brief cerulean flashes.
There is an odd poem amidst the starlit chaos, a rhyme scheme crafted by a cosmic artisan. Do you hear it? Tentative, like a lover's murmured secrets. It drips off the stars, cascading like radiant meteoric tears.
The milky river slices the sky in half, bold and poetic, an aqueduct of dreams. Surrounding it, the ancient orbs of asteroids and planets whirl in a syncopated dance, as if to an unheard beat orchestrated by the hands of time itself.
Echoes in the Dark - an exploration of cosmic identity. Riddles on the Wind - whimsical confessions of lost moons.