Beyond the violet haze where dreams forge their disguise,
the whispers orchestrate a dance with cosmic undercurrents.
Echoes of forgotten orbits gently cradle lost stars,
where time stitches fabric upon a nebula's heart.
Blanketed in solace, each astral vibration redefines purpose,
weaving an ethereal serenade to astrological breaths.
Loose fragments of light, kinetic puzzles of infinite creation,
birth a language unheard by terrestrial tongues.
"Align the shadows with your silhouette."