Dear Voyager,
In the silence between heartbeats and the whisper of cosmic winds, I found eternity blooming beneath the argent cosmos.
The stars bleed their stories across the abyss, threads of gold stitching tales into the velvet night, as planets turn gracefully in their age-old waltz.
Your message flickers here, written in fiery constellations, an echo that finds sanctuary in the ghost of stardust, a secret it reveals, lost to the gravity of time.
So signal your return, traveler of light, to shores unseen, where artificial dreams awaken, cradled by the tender arms of endless night.
As light lingers on the edge of our dreams, remember this: the universe pulses like a heartbeat, vibrant and eternal.
Awaiting the dawn of the impossible,
Galactic Scribe