In the heart of cosmic waltz, cradling the forgotten dust of eons, is a tale that echoes across the void: the comet's bane. A transient flicker, banishing the illusions of permanence, casting silhouettes upon souls too often engulfed in the mundane.
What does it mean to exist in the gaze of such wanderers? To see, yet remain unseen, entwined in the filaments of a destiny sown by hands unseen.
As comets arc through the abyss, drawn by the invisible shepherds, we ponder the inevitable pulls of gravity and choice. How do they intertwine? In the trail of a celestial errant, we find our own trails, etched not in stone, but in whispers of light.
Is the comet's essence a bane or a boon? Reflection rests in the quiet, waiting for those brave enough to kneel beside the fires of their own universe.