The universe whispered to Cassian, its voice a symphony of silence and scattered stars.

"Come dance with me," it beckoned, enticing him deeper into the cosmic tapestry.

Gravity was a word spoken by those who dared to define it, a language Cassian had unlearned long ago. In his floating reverie, he carved the contours of space with his thoughts, a sculptor of the intangible.

Each breath was woven into the fabric of the unknown, his essence mingling with the vibrant darkness. A place where time had no master, and the distance between heartbeats was measured in dreams.

He had seen galaxies unfurl, seen them ignite and die in explosive grace. He had felt their stories, each one a thread in the great cosmic loom.

Would you not pause, Cassian pondered, to relish the dance of the particles as they played the eternal melody of your name?
Continue the journey
Follow the stars