In twilight realms where whispers hum cosmic arrays,
and galaxies speak in quantized voices,
the universe sighs a melodious enigma.
Woven star alignments upon an infinite canvas,
with harps of dark matter plucking strings of time.
What symphony of silence do they obscure?
Between the gravity wells, secret rhythms pulse,
a geoharmonic waltz orchestrated by wandering hands.
Ask the cosmic tides to show you their rhythm.
Embark through orbital corridors of forgotten echoes.
Each star a note, each nebula a ripple in time and space.