They speak, when stars align, in obscure tongues of the mirror moons. Galaxies hum distant tunes, harmonized with the magnetic pulse of unseen forces. Time, there, bends - ochres dance with sapphires, while violet waves steer the astral currents. Beneath the light of far-off suns, words float, hidden within the folds of frivolous nebulae.
Do you hear it? The spiral serenade. Echoes carried on cosmic winds, enlivened within infinite voids where space waves lunar shapes undefinable. Resonating truths untold within gas clouds, ripe with whispers. Among comet trails, wisps of clarity linger, waiting for minds to bridge the stellar abysses.
Lost Stars' Lore