Echoes of distant galaxies,
where time folds upon itself like a tarot card,
revealing shadows upon forgotten altars
in the cosmic hush.
In the nebula's heart lies a tale
whispered by astral winds,
threading silver through the tapestry of night
weaving reality from dreams.
Wanderer, seek and ye shall find:
the gateway opens at dawn's crest,
to unveil what was unseen
in the luminous wane of elder stars.
Dive into the abyss of starlit verses
where distant whispers are written in light,
for the journey, dear seeker,
has just begun.