Picture this: a cradle. A gentle cradle. It rocks, softly. Now imagine it, floating. Floating through the vastness. The galaxies, they hug it. Embrace it. All the stars whisper secrets, secrets that drift like dreams. Can you hear them? They hum, they hum a lullaby.
Rebirth of the stars, the ancient tales say. Each galaxy a note, a note in the cosmic symphony. A celestial cradle sings, can you feel the warmth? The flickering joy?
This cradle, it has seen eternity. It knows the stories that bind galaxies. Stories of light, of darkness, of the dance. So close your eyes, feel the sway, feel the embrace. The galaxies cradle you, too.
Wander paths of stardust: Journey along the cosmic threads, the tapestry of the void. Each step, a step into the cradle's embrace.
Remember, the cradle's hymn is endless. It whispers, whispers always. The galaxies sing, sing forever in the void.