In the still whisper of the eternal night,
where shadows dance upon the folds of starlight,
gather, you wanderers between realms,
to the observatory of dreams untold.
Your journey begins now—an arcane rite
carved in the ether, woven in moon's glow.
Among the lips of comets, the cradle of galaxies,
step forth upon pathways made of cosmic dust.
Arose in whispers, the initiation call,
of nebulas in bloom, veiling their secrets.
Here, the clock ticks not, yet your heart measures
the cadence of astral spirals, the pulse of the void.
Embrace the luminous breeze, the perfume of stars.
Be a shepherd of light, an echo of fire.
As the universe echoes your name,
become one with the silence of chronicles old.