Underneath the quilt of stars, a story burnt quietly in the whispers of the galaxies.
Once, long ago - in a time not tethered to hours or gravity, an artist dreamed.
He painted with cosmic dust, strokes unmeasured and without limit, crafting scenes lost
across the void.

Visit the Ephemeral Muse and muse on particles that once were.
Journey forward to the Unending Trail, where the wanderers are whispered into stars.

Here, inside the breathing universe, collided tales dormant — awaiting their rebirth, sculpted
by shadow and light. Fragmented phrases littering space: "the sun sang," "the moon wept,"
"all that glitters sighed."

The narrations adorned the great expanse, a tapestry woven from light and myth, re-imagined
by those unseen hands. There was a silence, a deep resonance in the fabric of collisions,
of creation and decay.

So much was lost, yet infinitely preserved—the scenes, the statues, standing firm against
the infinite dark, faded glories etched upon a canvas of eternity.

Reach towards the Grand Observatory, an eye adrift on space's seams.