In the quiet tapestry of night, all voices hush, all shadows dissolve into melted echoes of stars' hidden songs. These constellations—silent ancient guides—speak in a language forgotten to waking ears, their whispers tracing constellations in the fabric of dreams. Endless arcs, looping and blending like cosmic threads weaving a tale older than time.
Opaque pearls afloat on the celestial sea, guiding lost wanderers through night-bound paths. Listen, listen to the reverberations beneath the surface—each twinkling dot reciting its stories, reflecting untold universes behind vast reflections. Repeat the patterns, find Your course within the constellation of whispers, a rhythm suffused with light, suspended between breaths.