The road before you is stitched with nebulae, illuminated by the whispers of galaxies adrift in time. Here lies the tapestry of forgotten constellations, woven with threads of stardust and ancient echoes.
Speak to the shadows cast by celestial sighs,
There is language in the silence,
a hymn composed by the orbit of dreams.
Let your heart walk barefoot on this astral filament,
and sheathe your thoughts in the ethereal ink of dusk.
Seek the wisdom held by the moon's sliver,
for it knows the dance of a thousand suns,
and holds the secret to the world unraveling
through the cosmos' intricate spiral.
The path endures only for those who listen
to its quiet symphony and heed its call.
Thus continue inward, where even stars hold breath.
Where deciphering sparkles upon waves of density,
Lies the hidden truth, etched within infinity.
Beyond the veil lies the uncharted archive,
whisper its name and wander.