Once, the universe whispered, there was unity.
Stars, planets, comets—conjoined in a heavenly embrace, pulsating in the rhythm of an eternal dance.
A tapestry woven with thread of solar winds and the faintest echoes of the quasar’s song.
But one day, a fissure carved through the cosmos, the middle split.
From it spilled fragmented dreams of constellations yet to be named.
Nebulas unraveled stories of longstanding celestial musings, reluctant to be confined within the grasp of gravitational allure.
Somewhere amidst this cosmic rift, a solitary wanderer embarked on a voyage, tracing each inkling of the astral rupture into the eons.
The old tales spoke, of celestial cartographers who listened in the silence—noted every sigh and reverberation upon the stardust sea.
Do they speak still, as quasars whisper secrets anew—with seamless contours?
Gaze with wonder, embrace the expanse. For all the new beginnings, and all the endings might yet still be one.