In the spiral arms, where lost echoes become constellations, a rhythm invisible to the seeking gaze thrums. The cosmos breathes in and out, a tender yet chaotic danse macabre. When the asteroid belt whispers, listen closely; it could be the voice of aeons past seeking solace.
There was once a star, so bright and brazen, it tore through the night sky like an unsung hero seeking vengeance upon a forgotten enemy. What threads wove its existence sea of forgotten dreams? It pulses still, a heartbeat in the dark, laughter echoing in the void even as gravity binds its fate to the infinite expanse.
Awaiting your celestial whisper...