Somewhere in the vast tapestry of the night, the stars whisper secrets. Do they speak of destiny, or are they simply burning balls of gas lost in an eternal dance? The ancients believed in their prophecies, tracing paths with fingers trembling in awe. Yet here, under the same sky, a different story unfolds—a tale not of constellations, but of moments caught in time's unyielding flow, like honey suspended in amber.
Oracle - a fragment of a dream, perhaps a reflection in a pool of stars, or a riddle carved in the stone of forgotten ages. What truths do you hold, what lies beneath the surface? It is not the answer that matters, but the journey there.
Somewhere beyond the reach of understanding, the stars plot their allegories. Each twinkle a letter, each constellation a chapter in the story of the universe. And we, mere readers of this celestial tome, try to decipher its meaning. Perhaps it's a reminder of our insignificance, or perhaps a call to explore the uncharted realms of imagination.