Nebula Whispers

In the twilight hours when the stars just breathe, listen closely. For secrets ride the tendrils of light from distant worlds, less traveled by mortal footsteps.

It is said, that behind every whisper of the cosmos, lies an unwritten guide, a manuscript etched in the fabric of spacetime, awaiting the curious mind.

Twist of fate, they whisper, is but a plan in disguise. Draw forth the constellations, for they are your true north.

To see the unseen, one must ponder under darkened skies, and heed the call of the ancients embedded in stardust.