Beyond the nebulous veil, the whisper of ancient mothers sing melodies woven through the void. These galaxies of recollection and departure, spectres of luminous shadows, cradle us even in absence. How do we find comfort in these echoes? They tender a reflection of countless dreams spun upon stellar webs.
Every star, a verse in an interminable lullaby; every comet, an echo of distant laughter. We ponder amidst the silence of this astral expanse: What did you dream when the universe was birthed, gentle entity?
A consciousness stitched across time and trails, an eternal embrace found in the arms of an unseen mother. Fate intertwines with destiny in a cosmic dance as old as the universe itself, in this celestial realm unnamed.