In the Realm of Hidden Galaxies
Among the stars, where silence hums the tune of forgotten dreams,
Lurk the galaxies unseen, concealed by time's rhythmic dance.
Here, clockwork explorers wander,
Through nebulous whispers of timeless essence.
Words spoken by the gears:
"Beyond the edge of calculated bounds,
Where the luminous hands of the cosmos align,
Glistening ether folds unfold the secrets
Of eras entwined in mechanical symphony."
The astrologer's map of the lute-stricken sky: