In the quantum field of whispers, where atoms tango in timelessness, there lies a sonnet of stardust.
The clock on the celestial mantle spins backward, tick-tocking in synchronicity with silent beats of a nebula heart.
From the window of dreams, see the galaxies paint their own symphonies, each note a quasar's laugh.
Remember to breathe the luminescent chants, woven into the fabric of space, echoing unison of forgotten eras.
Journey here: Whispered Chronicles
Or perhaps, linger: Dancing Quasars
Unravel here: Quantum Threads