Murmur of Stars

Beneath the quiet embrace of a night aglow, the book of constellations lies open, whispering fragments of forgotten tales. Each star a syllable, each constellation a sentence, a story left unfinished for the gazers above.

Listen closely: the nebulae weave dreams, while the comets trail memories of paths untaken. The library of the moon holds no bound tomes, only an expanse of written light upon velvet darkness.

In the silence between the stars, a question echoes: what secrets lie within the margins of this celestial scroll? What shadows dance in the corners of this dome?