To understand the vocabulary of expanding stars, first acknowledge the silent symphony they compose as they rupture space's fabric: an orchestration unheard by ears ungifted, but felt on the pulsation of nebula. Proceed with humility, absorb the luminescence echoing its thoughts to infinity: follow the light unimpeded by gravity's pull.
Reverberate through time, in concentric circles that align the forgotten languages of dying quasars. Chart the invisible map where particles narrate their journey: a forgotten echo, once heard by those whose equity stars tend. Each atom a verse, every cosmic breeze a phrase.
Form constellations from the invisible threads drawn taut, Teach shadowed realms to vocalize their history without glares of stellar ignition. Visit Forgotten Whispers among silent gamblers of cosmic dust.
An understanding shan’t be linear, nor bounded within time's strict hand. Let go and wander among remnants that speak through silence; mistrust sight when haze fabricates illusions of warmth: trust the reverberations, they are stardust's echoes. Contemplate the origin at Nebula Nucleus.