"We wander the void, whispers carried by stardust," they murmured, as shadows danced among the astral echoes.
Once tethered to the earth, now a feather on the cosmic scale; listen closely and tune your mind to the silent screams of the galaxies.
Drink the celestial wine, its taste is eternity — bitter, yet intoxicating.
The orbiter's secret lies not in its path, but in the stories etched upon its skin by ancient hands.