In the quiet corners of infinity, where galaxies drift like solitary whispers, there lies the tapestry of the cosmos, woven with threads of ancient light.
“Beware the echo of the forgotten star,” it murmurs, “for in its absence, the universe remembers.”
Across this celestial matrix, fragments of a fallen constellation float, each a portal to another world, another whisper. There, amidst the silence, lies the truth, scattered like stardust across the boundless sea of night.
Follow the murmurs and trace the trails of those who have wandered before you.
Each path illuminated by the glow of ancient wisdom, each step a reverberation in the cosmic choir.