Each twinkling façade, a memory dipped in moonshine, wishes to dance.
The constellations, secretive grey scribes erasing scripts within the clouds, pause. Gravity flips through pages of textbooks left at leisure on cosmic tabletops. Who denounces laws amongst swirling galaxies? An eternity is just a whisper away.
☆ Nebulae pulse hypotheses. Each quasar, a silent play. Starlight kisses.
A harmonious uproar, metaphysical jazz cascading stardust amidst galactic silence. Beneath an orion cocktail of cometary consternation, are the remnants once bold, now cloaked in darkness, unwritten firesborne scripts falling as embers upon forgotten tide. Abandon censored echoes of their history encoded in myths eternal when eyelids close here, near our mirror space, somewhere... nearer. Would you journey beyond?