Like distant echoes fading through interstellar voids,
the atoms bind in unity, tracing the arcane patterns of fate.
Each path taken—a quasar illuminating the darkened mind.
What do you dream when dust becomes your sole companion,
Yog-Sothoth whispers hidden truths in forgotten tongue?
The pathways we tread are but a piece of the celestial puzzle.
"The stars reach down like fingers into the pool of our awareness," said the traveler, lost to the song of eternity.
Each moment a supernova, expanding the soul's limitless frontier.