In the beginning, there was soundless light; a hushed serenade from countless stars. It whispered stories of genesis and oblivion to souls that fleet through the cosmic currents, a harmonious echo upon the interstellar silence.

As we drift, nearer to desolation or rebirth, each soul fragments into particles of wisdom, dancing upon the margins of eternity, seeking its reflection in the ethereal chamber of cosmos. Narratives unresolved, questions endlessly in pursuit of answers that spiral into galaxies unknown.

Behold, the relentless march of time, an ever-spinning wheel upon which dreams hang, moments scatter like stardust across eternity's canvas. One breath connects our consciousness to the sovereign realms of the infinite.

Listless wanderers, we are, converging in stellar council with beings of light, marking pathways forged in supernova explosions and ancient constellations. Eternities beckon with parables from distant worlds, gravitating to our spiraling dreams.