As the stars flicker their ancient tales across the veiled canvas of night, so too does the clockwork of the cosmos whirl. Time, a relentless artisan, sculpts mysteries out of the void, leaving ponderous lessons to those who dare to question.
Consider, dear seeker, the intricate dance of celestial orbs, a ballet performed across epochs. Each step, each pirouette is measured in a language older than our whispering tongues. To understand is not merely to count but to ponder the why behind the ever-turning wheel.
Gaze into the abyss of space as one gazes into an abiding heart. The lessons of the universe are not inscribed upon stone but are etched into the fabric of reality itself. Ask not what the stars tell of the future, but what they reveal of our past, where we once floated alongside the newborn galaxies and the first echoes of time.