Clad in darkness, the starlit dance unfolds.
Each star a wink, a wink of ancient fire.
Waltzing in secret alignment, they whisper truths locked in the velvet stretch of time.
The firmament serenades those bold enough to listen — its voice a cosmic lullaby that both comforts and unnerves.
Did time itself sway in this grand ballet? Or was it we who turned, in rhythm with a celestial conductor unseen?
Beyond the grasp of human reason, encrypted whispers slip beneath reality’s veil. A password to existence hidden in the orbital pirouettes of distant suns.
Interstellar messages, forgotten in the folds of the universe's spine, echo back through layers of comprehension unspoken.