The celestial symphony unfolds backwards, orchestrated by cosmic hands that weave time from threads of starlight.
Each planet pirouettes in a motion that defies the linear tether of days gone by. They are the dancers,
rehearsing a ballet played in reverse, where beginnings become endings and endings, wondrously,
return to beginnings.
Here, Mars hums a silent sonnet with verses written in Martian dust storms.
Venus whispers secrets through her veils of toxic beauty, while Earth listens
intently, cradling memories of its own orbiting son, the Moon, who sings with the voice of silver shadows.
Whispers in the Void
In this dreamscape, melodies play backwards—an ancient hymn to forgotten skies,
Choreography of Light where comets leave trails of light like the brush strokes of a master painter.
Nebulas cradle the laughter of the universe, a laughter rebounding off the silent walls of infinity.