In the whisper of cosmic zephyrs,
where the ancient numbers sing,
a circle's dance upon the void
constructs a ringed sovereign's crown.
Each moon a note in Saturn's hymn,
A formula etched in celestial ink:
orbital paths entwine, exquisite and dim.
Tell me the tale that numbers weave,
Through the stars, past the rings they leave.
Follow the trails ← through ⊗ and ↕.
Explore further the cosmic scribe:
Harmony of Rings | Requiem of Light | Endless Orbits