Celestial whispers weave between the seams of existence,
threads spun by the hands of forgotten deities.
Travel across dimensions where time pauses, breathless.
Stars blink in Morse, telling tales of realms not yet dreamed.
Shadows of moons dance upon the rippling waters of the astral sea.
The universe is a scroll, unraveling in the hands of night.
Seek the constellations of your own musings.