In the embrace of the cosmic dance, where time slips into the velvet of eternity, a song unfurls in echoes of forgotten light. Each note a ripple on the pond of existence, resonating through the celestial tapestry.
The stars hum a melancholy tune, weaving shadows and luminance into a unified rhythm. A harmony of silent pulses—galaxies conduct their symphonies, in a waltz beyond mortal understanding. Beneath their gaze, we journey through the darkness, our hearts marinating in astral melodies.
Future Whispers unravel like nebulae, tender and vivid, illuminating paths yet tread. As we drift, our souls compose verses in tandem with the orbits of distant worlds, inscribing our symphony within the grand oeuvre of the universe.
The curves of spacetime curl gently around us, an eternal embrace—an unstrung lute awaiting fingers deft enough to reveal the music bound in its strings. And so we travel, charting constellations of dreams in the ink of twilight.
Shall we ever decipher their tune? Or perhaps it is we who are the elusive notes, played by the hands of fate upon a cosmic lyre.