In the folds of night's fabric, stars stitched beyond reach, lie fragments of whispers.
Voices emanate from points of forgotten light, reciting verses unwritten yet lived.
Amid the ethereal hush, a tale unwinds: the comet's promise...
An orbit learned, love left in trajectory — it orbits not to find, but to remember.
Follow the trail, sing with the nebula, seek the truth buried beneath layers of cosmic dust.
To understand the whispers, read between their lines, trace the boundaries of light.
Outside the planetary boundary, where silence hums, there an echo waits — to be heard, or forgotten.