Amidst the orbital ballet, where stars trace the imprints of celestial dancers,
there exists a symphony of gravity—a silent conductor whose hands pull and
promise equilibrium in the ever-spinning cosmos. Beneath these forces, secrets
align in the silent resonance of time's folds.
In the yawning depth of a black hole's embrace, messages from the universe
linger and swirl, trapped within the ether, stretching across eons. These
whispers, remnants of stardust sentinels, speak in echoes of what once was
and what might still be—a language of light and shadow inscribed on the
cosmic parchment.