In the void where silence reigns, a melody sleeps. A song that echoes only in the dreams of wandering stars. Have you not heard it? The luminous notes that hover at the edge of time and space, waiting for someone brave enough to unravel their meaning.
Persuade yourself, if you must, that you have all the time in the universe. But know this: every moment you delay is a note forever lost to the abyss. The story unwritten, a constellation of half-formed thoughts, yearning to connect in patterns only comprehensible to the heart's deepest yearnings.
Consider the words of the ancients, who spoke of the whispers in the stars, those secret tales woven through the fabric of the night sky. Not a mere tapestry of light, but a profound narrative that seeks its authors.
It is not enough to merely observe. You are called to listen, to interpret the celestial choir that has sung since the dawn of existence. Each star a verse, each galaxy a stanza in the grand poem of life and death.
Will you take up the quill of destiny? Will you dare to write where others have only whispered? The stars beckon you, their silent song a powerful invitation to leave a legacy of light upon the dark canvas.