The stars speak in frequencies untrammeled by time, left to unravel by those who dare decode the hidden whispers, lurking beneath nebulae veils and cosmic dust. There are eyes in the void, eyes that have seen ages that twist the minds of men.
Trust none, not even yourself, for as the orbit turns, old alignments wake, revealing secrets drawn in blood and shadows. Remember, every star has its story, and every story its price.
Conspiracies draped across the astral plane like webs spun by unseen weavers. The truth lies with those willing to venture beyond the seen, to the whispers that defy understanding. Are they voices of fate or echoes of past lives?
Beware of the patterns, for patterns reveal paths, and paths lead to discovery and madness.