The nebula's breeze flows gently through the void, rich with stardust and the remnants of stellar births. Here, among the gases and particles, the invisible current sings a silent song, weaving through the cosmos with a grace that stirs galaxies into motion.
Its touch is colder than the vacuum itself, a whisper from the stars unbound by time or distance. Yet, it carries warmth, a glow reminiscent of ancient fires, held not in embers but in the gentle luminosity of bioluminescent clouds that pulse softly against the night's canvas.
Deep within the nebula's winds, bioluminescent particles dance, each a tiny star fragment glowing under its own hidden energy. Their array of colors shifts from shimmering turquoise to deep aurorian blues, forming a tapestry of transient light.
Much like the terrestrial phenomena known as lighthouse plankton, these particles emit their glow when disturbed, painting the galactic breeze with luminous trails that echo the paths of quasars and bulging nebulae.