Enter this realm of cosmic dreams where digital phantasms pirouette in luminescent glow.
A chronicler adrift in stardust spheres — The Comet's Lament sings through darkness,
encased in shimmering echoes and mellifluous whispers.
Contemplation woven into the fabric of the celestial ballet.
Mysterious owls perch upon fractured nebula screens,
their eyes eternally reflecting the
twilight murmurs of ancient constellations.
Prophecies sketched by stardust, known only to the ancients.
Resonate with the nebula's breath,
and ponder upon the interstellar myths written in
star verses and forgotten hymns.
Echoes of an echo, reflections of a reflection.
The whispering stars call to you from
the edges of existence, urging recall of moments ephemeral,
sliding through time like particles in cosmic winds.
Beneath the surface of this pixelated ocean,
lies a dream — all is not as it appears:
a tesseract dream beckons.