Song of the Cosmic Ripples

In the galaxy's cradle, where light bends into silence, lies the symphony—the echo of forgotten stars.

Each wave, a verse of old cosmic lore, floats timeless upon the celestial sea, leaving trails of stardust in its wake—

these whispers, carried by the astral winds, tell tales of realms untrodden, of dreams woven into the fabric of night.

Strung like diamonds upon the tapestry of space, the stars pulse in unison, a lullaby for the cosmic wanderer.

Their voices trill softly, like the cry of ancient whales beneath the ocean's depth, a song too profound for mere words.

We dance on the shores of infinity, cherishing each precious note, each wave that sings of worlds imagined yet to come.