"They dance like scattered pearls across the night," murmured the voice, almost lost in the hum of twilight.
Beneath a tapestry woven of ancient myth, the Pleiades shine—seven sisters lost to the heavens, spinning tales of galaxies untold.
"Have you counted them?" asked another shadow, weaving through the light of a dream. "Seven, always seven... though sometimes they seem to shift."
The stars twinkled in cryptic code, and the cosmos held its breath.