In the dim-lit sprawl of the cosmos, there threads a lattice, a whisper-like echo that courses through the stars.
These echoes murmur ancient star songs, muted only by the ethereal silence of the dark.', their resonance unfolds an unseen tapestry light-dusted and splattered with nebulae paints.
Deep in the heart of a galaxy unmarked on the maps, lies the origin of this network. Listen closely, and you might hear the heartbeat of the cosmos.
The nebula whispers secrets through this esoteric schema, a language borne by light and time.
A passage sealed by time's whisper:
“To traverse where whispers weave, one must understand the echoes carried by stars.”