Within the silent embrace of stellar blooms, there exists the echo of laughter from stars yet to be born, ambling in kaleidoscopic rhythms. Behind curtains of primordial mist, aschronal whispers spin webs between the meshes of galaxies.
Cast your line into the nebula, through the prism of forgotten comets, and await the familiar refrain of distant shores. Seek the Auroras—they sing of home.