In the luminescent embrace of the cosmic stage, nebula beetles pirouette with an elegant chaos. Their shells, a mosaic of the universe, reflect memories not their own. Somewhere, a violin plays an off-tune melody, harmonizing with the hum of forgotten supernovas.
Have you forgotten the ancient ritual? The calloused whisper of the beetle priests guiding you? No? Then come closer, and witness the unearthly beauty and the underlying narrative—like an unfinished symphony, it dances across the galaxy.