You wake to the hum of cosmic winds, a lullaby sung by galaxies untamed. The stars dip in rhythm, kindling a dance that vibrates through your soul. And then, you remember: this isn't a dream, but the beginning of your journey across the astral seas.
The universe speaks in constellations, its ancient language woven with threads of light and shadow. You step forward, into a realm where every step is a passage through time itself. Light years stretch before you like pages in a tome of forgotten wisdom.
"To roam the stars," whispers a voice echoing from the event horizon, "is to understand that history is but a reflection in the cosmic mirror. Each star a flicker of consciousness, each nebula a tapestry of existence."
You touch a comet's tail, and visions split open like the petals of a celestial flower. Worlds collide in your mind's eye, narratives overlapping in harmonic disarray. Are you the traveler, or are you the constellations themselves?