In the embrace of the starry deep, where the ocean of arcs unstrung and endless echoes call, lies the nebula. A tapestry woven by celestial hands, radiant, ever-dancing in the void's vast hall.
Each particle a dream, each hue a whisper—auroras of longing that tide the ether’s shore, rebirth of matter, destruction of self, luminous scars in the dark, tales of lore.
Traverse to distant realms: Echo | Flow | Constellation
Through this rhapsody, where gravities swirl, the spindrift of time etches memories on atoms, the call of the nebula, a siren's song, a cosmic thread, one's heart forever entraps, captures.