Listen! Can you hear the shadows whispering about stars hidden behind the old curtain of night? Echoes of galaxies conveying messages wrapped in stellar incense, memories leaving imprints on our wandering souls.

The nebula breathes, and in the gentle pulse of its gaseous embrace, we find the aroma of déjà vu – like an echo persuading us that we've touched this place, known its light, marveled at its emanation, before time but a murmur in the unfolding spiral.

As you drift, follow the trail of luminescent thoughts or lose yourself in the lullabies of the void, where we remember segments of a cosmic dance uniting past and present.