Beneath the cloaked twilight, yarns of existence untangle. Threads of the cosmos whisper: "Thread lightly upon the woven stairways of stars. Know the gravity of your steps."
When the nebulae's gaze pierces the void, heed the celestial compass. North (the anti-south) lies where the quasar hums a tune of eternity. Reflections forged in gamma rays carve paths through the foldings of time-stretched space.
Navigate wisely through the cosmic tapestry. Visit the Origin, dwell in the Event Horizon, and return with knowledge smoothed by the astral sand.