The whispers of cosmos dwell in silent codes,
etching tales upon the weave of stars.
Listen closely as the ancient drones sing,
harmonies woven through epochs undone.
Patterns lie beneath the nebulous veils,
guardians of chronicle crypts with keys unseen.
The celestial spheres align, a cryptic cipher;
the chronicle begins once more, etching eternity.
In the shadows of quantum whispers,
a tapestry unfolds—a loom of infinite resolve.