Beneath the luminescent veil of night, stars pulse with the grace of ocean tides, their light a rhythm—silent, connection weaving across the void's tapestry.

Celestial jellyfish drift in the ethereal current, their tendrils trailing luminal luminescence, charting courses through galaxies unseen, known only to the cosmos' whispered breath.

Every twinkle a heartbeat in the astral silence, a secret song sung by distant worlds, while we, too, float in the shimmering specter, bioluminescent in our own right, beneath a starlit canopy.