The stars hold secrets not meant for human tongues, whispers from supernovae. Time untethers her vessels in these void corners. Constellation tatau learns from lunar dance.

One hint, a message etched in forgotten ether: Discovery, glide the palms of Aurora over opaque dusk, Remember fragments, shadows whisper past's grasp on future's breath.

Regret not the owlish portents scribed beneath Saturn’s tunic. Threads peel in mercury twilight. Dust the wandering beard of Nebula and align. Partake in light's relinquish, words emerge not from mouth but from threadbare silence’s map.