Within the boundless theater of the cosmos, where the argent strands of light weave dreams, there are roads unseen, whispers of the interstellar winds. The oracles of starlight speak in tongues of ancient fire and ethereal mist, tracing pathways through the infinite tapestry.
Have you danced with the comets, cast your shadow on the lunar silhouettes, felt the caress of stardust on your brow? For in these hidden trails lies the story of souls entwined with the universe, written in a language bereft of time and gravity.
The nebulas hum their celestial lullabies, cradling the wandering particles in a cosmic embrace. So let your spirit wander, like a moth drawn to the transcendent glow of a supernova's memory.
Seek the paths not taken here, there, where the tapestry breathes in colors uncharted, the sonnet of the stars revealed.