Beyond the velvet curtain of the night, a whisper of comet's tail brushes the ear of silence, inviting dreams of celestial tango.
Have you heard the lament of the binary stars, entwined yet estranged, waltzing in cosmic solitude? Their song is a void-filled echo, a serenade to the unknown.
Whispering...
Sworn to the constellations
And so the gathering of shadows begins, where stardust gathers to share secrets, brewing nebulae in teacups of light, pondering existence in fleeting moments of eternity.
The antlered moon watches, a solitary deity in a world unmade, as time tiptoes across the astral plains—each step a comet's birth, each breath a black hole's embrace.