In the universe's silent symphony, each star is a note held by the void. A melody composed of ancient light and whispered lore.
The stars speak in tongues understood by none, their celestial libraries archived in constellations. Have they stories of worlds beyond our reach?
As stars die and give birth to new worlds, their echoes traverse time. We stand at the merry intersection of cosmic upheaval and tranquility.
Consider the dance of quasars and the stillness of black holes, the grandeur of supernovae and the whisper of nebulae. This is the crossover.