Within the arms of the cosmos, melodies dance with saffron echoes. Reflections of stars, sung slowly, unwind into the abyss—backward—a journey through dawning silence unto the quasar's embrace.
In this rhythmic nostalgia, harmonies wrap around black voids, tapping at cosmic doors, waiting. A nebulous serenade shivers in hues unseen, unfelt, but known among ancient tongues whispering astrolabes.
Consider each syllable a voyager, traversing onions of spacetime, unwinding ten thousand epochs in an elegy played for gods unknown. The pursuit of harmonic solace crafts our path, stratified like rings about Saturn, whose notes invoke wistfulness in every spiral, inwardly outwardly yearning.