When the universe yawns in stellar silence, comet tails weave stories of past and future in the quilted cosmos. Stars become lullabies, softly sung by planets spinning dreams of light.
The moons whisper secrets to the void, and the void replies with a sigh of stardust. In this celestial cradle, galaxies cradle nebulas like whispers of light in the dark.
Do galaxies sleep, twinkling in their dreams of dance? Or do they awaken in the blink of a supernova, laughing in colors unknown to earthbound eyes?
Enter the rendition of a thousand nightingales, their songs woven through the fabric of space. Each note a flare, each pause an eclipse. And here we are, under the cosmic eaves, listening to the stars.
Shall we drift, or shall we soar? The question is irrelevant, for all paths lead through the ether's embrace. And in that embrace, we find our place amongst the ancient songs of the universe.