From the echoes of Jupiter's Serenade
And Saturn's hidden basslines,
We weave through the cosmic threads,
Like stardust wrapped in rhythmic beats.
And who are we, if not the galactic DJs,
Spinning celestial vinyl in the void?
The nebulae twist, the supernovae pulse,
All synchronized to our transcendental melody.
Be the wave, flow the wave,
Beneath Pluto's frozen parlor,
Where time bends and sound transcends,
Join the dance, elusive and energetic.
Follow the stars with our cosmic guide:
Sonic Terrascape