Beyond the empirical boundary lies a melody unanchored by time. It spills over star-strewn skies and settles into the abyss. This is where metal finds its abstract resonance, merging with the cadence of the cosmos. As waves of light and darkness writhe, they orchestrate a symphony saline with infinity.
Much like a skilled metallurgist infuses strength into transient verses, the heavens contort mellifluously, establishing a rhythm both heavy and ephemeral. Pulsars emit rotating beams like a celestial strobe, while nebulae disperse omens through light-years painted by dark matter and silent harmonies. One might muse: is this the progenitor of earthly riffs, or our humble echo?
Each cosmic phenomenon corresponds with a note, each orbit a scale, collectively composing something grander than symphony or sonata. We, trifling observers, grasp at fragments of these surreal synapses in an endeavor to translate stellar rhythms into the earthly tongue of music.