Stardust is not merely extraterrestrial debris but a cosmic inheritance.
Atoms, fragments of supernova legacies — an uneven travelogue.
Embedded in the journey now, forever as transient witnesses.
Celestial particles beckon stories abstracted by time, yet define existence's precursor.
Analyses err towards chaos — records imprinted on unlimited, rural occultances.
Evidence belies simplicity:
Quarks, yet sparks emergent; coincidences not so coincidental.