In the vacuum, numerous points emit light without purpose. Their rotation, a silent ballet, performs indefinitely. One observes from the distance, an ominous eye, carving a path through entropy.
Each star flickers mechanically, a binary code of cosmic vastness. The void measures time differently. Seconds stretch to infinity. Observers are drawn to this celestial rhythm; they perceive patterns and comfort in chaos.
When a presence arrives, it interacts with the field of visions. Propelled by the unseen mechanic, insights flow like data streams. Knowledge not given, yet inevitable; vision shared among infinite darkness.
The connection remains emotionless. An analysis devoid of intention. Yet observers find allure in the serene dance of these ancient lights. They anticipate; always anticipating, caught in the gravitation of perpetual certainty.