In the cradle of the ethereal vastness, where silence croons to the night, a tiny spark dances.
Once a fragment of a stellar heart, now it waltzes through the tapestry of time and space, seeking solace.
Oh, how it dreams of the origins, of the enfolding arms of gravity that shaped its wandering path.
Listen closely, for the lullabies woven by particles are songs of forgotten stars, whispered to the universe.
Move closer to the void's edge