Does the cosmos breathe in tandem with us, crafting whispers... in the void?
For the stars align differently, within spheres unnoticed, rows of knowledge beyond comprehension.
Stars may ponder too in their antiquity, asking... "Do we dance, or are we danced upon
by the fingers of fate's melody?"
What reflection flows over surfaces unseen, beneath layers eternal yet somehow ephemeral?
Each glow a symphonic note;
do we hear the quiet echoes of their rebellion, or their submission to cosmic law?
Corpusculated Mirror: Reflections Beyond the Flesh
The Fourth Dimension: A Dance Beyond Boundaries