In the celestial clock, does time bleed or mend? Each star's pirouette whispers mysteries carved into the void's timeless ledger.
The suns, oh the suns, splintering light and shadow, teach us the art of revolution — a choreography of creation and demise.
We traverse the paths of unseen orbs, their spins synaptic, casting reflections into the abyss of our amnesiac minds. Remember, remember the circles, the cycles.
Let us ponder eternity, not as a linear stretch but a spiraling dance of fiery spheres.
Enter the Abyss To The Circumvent Celestial Verses