In the nebula of nostalgia, where stars sing lullabies
of forgotten yesterdays, the travelers find solace.
Maps written in ancient tongues guide the wanderers
through labyrinthine tapestries woven with light.
Songs of the quantum sea drift like autumn leaves,
caressing the echoes of a time before time existed.
Each galaxy, a thought; each thought, a universe
unto itself, spiraling into the embrace of the void.
Revel in these astral passages, where whispers weave
a symphony of silken threads, stitching dreams
into the constellations of the night. Follow the light,
and let the cosmos remember you.