In the distant corners of our dreams, songs of the nebula play backwards. Did they start before time twisted? A curious inverse melody drifts through the cosmic shadows.
Listen closely: the stars hum in sequences unheard, melodies tangled in the dance of entropy.
Once, a traveler of old recorded these tunes in a half-light sanctuary. Scribbled notes, weathered parchment scattered in errors of gravity. Perhaps there was truth tangled within, layers like astronomical dust.
Journey with me through the veins of the universe:
Each note played once, now missed, retraced by reverse. Are these echoes of our own origins?