Listen: the nebulae waltz in silence,
fragmented memories pirouette through stardust.
A truth obscured by the veil of galaxies,
draped in shadows of celestial whispers.
In the void, echoes of laughter dance,
creatures woven from the fabric of time,
their eyes, doors to worlds unseen.
Dreams crash upon the shores of reality,...
An orchestra of gas, flame, and solitude
frolics beyond the astral horizon;
notes etched in cosmic hieroglyphs,
a language older than light itself.
And you, seeker of hidden truths:
tread softly across the pale stars,
for your shadow unveils forgotten paths
and whispers to nebulae once more.