In the endless dance of stars, an orb glows quietly, its whispers echo through the void of space.
It carries the dreams of wandering souls, their footsteps suspended in time, etching glyphs into the astral canvas.
The path of the orb is obscure, a trail known only to those who dare venture the labyrinth of night.
"Seek not the truth of spheres, lest ye become what ye seek," murmurs the wind of the cosmic sea.
Should you pause to listen, the orbs will tell their stories, threads of fate woven into the stars’ tapestry.