A Quasar Story

In the distant trace of an empty midnight, the stars sang a union of whispered secrets, woven into the void. Their echo, a quasar hymn, brimmed with unheard melodies. Touched by time yet ungrasped, this tune reached across the cosmic expanse, gathering stardust stories on its breath.

Along the luminescent path of nebular chambers, the ethereal light danced, casting shadows that melted into constellations anew. An essence lingered: vibrant tales left by celestial travelers, entwined in the serene melancholy of distant worlds.

" Converse with me," whispered an ancient star, stranded yet free within the tender embrace of light. Together, they spun the yarns of unsung universes, threaded delicately through the fabric of reality and awaiting rediscovery.

The hollow silence echoed back, it spoke in cosmic flares which resonated deep within pulsars' glow. A dialogue of eternity, echoing the cadence of hollow supernova shells reverberating beneath layer upon layer of the unseen.

and we, stumbling through the gravitational weave of a parallel fallacy, traced veins of light upon the skin of night like forgotten maps guiding the lost homeward.