Within the symphony of whispered spheres, the ink dripped melodies from celestial ears. Fractals folded into beams of light, guiding even shadows through astral twilight.
"Speak," said the void, "and let gravity dance upon the melodies of a dream yet unborne." Unbounded sighs filled the cosmic loom, weaving silent orbs that echoed in a lullaby's womb.
A star, once stilled, leaned in with grace, its luminous breath tracing patterns in spacetime's embrace. The dialogue of creation wandered, in chords unfathomed, through nebulae pondered.
Squeeze out the darkness with threads of light,
and let bubbles of gravity weave a tapestry of dreams through this next prism.