In an infinite void, a speck ignites—not from friction, but from dreams unspoken. Entry begins with a singular thought, anchoring in gravity's gentle embrace.
Understanding involves unfolding, layer by cosmic layer. Each shedding resonates with emotion, each layer binding past and future within the essence of stars.
Waters do not simply flow away; they learn to return to their source. Learn the universal rhythm of gravitational tugs, pulling back the cosmic wave like the heart's inescapable pull.
Your task: meditate on the cosmic tide, let it cradle your ideas with the softness of a nebular cradle. Each thought is a droplet, merging its identity into a greater ocean.