In the cosmic ballet, a comet streaks the serene night, splinting the truth, ugly and resplendent like comet blue. It whispers tales of forgotten constellations, of worlds built on the ashes of purest intentions.
"There lies beauty," it sings, "in the echoes of your discontent, in the untold stories of stars that weave shadows upon your heart."
Seek the path where fallen stardust glimmers, where the ugliest truths dance naked under the moon's glow. Embrace them, for they are the canvas of your night sky, the silent witnesses of your terrestrial sorrows.
Wander further into the night, fragments of whispered truths await, entwined in a symphony of comet trails and celestial sighs.
Let the stories nebula sings be your guide, unraveling the tapestry of the universe, one comet at a time.