In the great silence punctured by the song of dim stars,
there floats a truth wrapped in gossamer veils of light:
To touch the heart of the nebula is to understand
that chaos composes the most tender of harmonies,
weaving through ether, waltzing with a ghostly grace.
Look into the void, the speckled vastness where chaos roams,
and the rules dissolve like salt in the shimmering tide.
Dear astral traveler, do you hear
the nebula's soft and ancient calls?
Follow the Echo
Step into the murmuring clouds, and embrace
their whispered secrets of birth and rebirth.