In the boundless fluidity of space, where time coils as the anemone does in its aquatic rhythm, we find the echoes of a cosmic dance.
Stars pulse to a heartbeat unknown, each twinkle a whisper of ages past, settled like cosmic dust upon the shores of thought.
Do we, in our fleeting moments of brilliance, mirror this silent ballet of celestial bodies? Are we not, too, anemones in a grand disco?