Within the tide of stars, the forgotten echo flutters. Barefoot on the alien shore, whispers collide with the breath of time itself. These are the fluctuations: reverberations of an unseen symphony, the harmony of unsynchronized clocks.
Fashion your thoughts into vessels and set them adrift in the cosmic sea. Here lies the birthplace of nebulous dreams, where shadows paint the canvases of distant realities. Remember the silence that presides before the storm of creation; it is there that truth takes root.
Embrace the discordant rhythm of the void. As you journey, do not fear the lack of gravity, for it shall free you from the weight of certainty. Allow your footsteps to orchestrate a ballet on the sand, one that mirrors the dance of celestial bodies navigating the cosmic tide.
Seek solace in the frostbitten stillness, and carve your identity into the cosmos.