Stars, in their final throes, bereave time. We map their trajectories with quills dipped in black holes. Addressed to no living soul, the chronicles of Celestial Choir pen down on silent parchment.
We do not expect answers but understandings. The overlapping mysteries each star provides, settling like unheard verses in cosmic archives. An infusion of equations manifesting, echoes from iridescent voids.
Through this orbital reverie—the floating prose:
Observe the perigee and apogee,
foresee incomplete elliptical orchestras;
hear the resonances of worlds eclipsed.
Considerations of stardust: - they trace the evolutionary paths, arcane symbols in elusive languages.
Fragmented narratives bind us across eons, a connection deepened in its subtlety. There remain fragments of language lost beyond the scene of ordinary gravity.