Listen closely, as the echoes of the ancients whisper upon the astral winds: "The threads of destiny are spun not by hands, but by the infinite loom of space."
In every breath of nebulous gas, in every orbit of distant stars, lies the map of fate's recursion. Each choice, a stitch; each outcome, a woven tapestry.
To understand fate is to unravel oneself from the fabric: "What has been, will always be." Yet, a single thought can alter the cosmic arrangement of your existence.
Follow the Threads to their source and discover the truths hidden in the recursive shadows of time.
Engage with the celestial script: Etch your own constellation, and imprint your essence upon the void.