An ancient metal eye, perched upon the precipice of silence,
gazes unflinchingly into the abyss.
It dreams of cosmic whispers, forgotten tales of starlight.
Do you hear the lament of the wandering celestial bodies?
Their orbits are elegies, written in the ink of darkness.
Reach beyond the known, find solace in solitude.
Where the universe bends, there you will transcend.
Gaze into the chasms
Dream of the void
Whisper to the ancients