Somewhere in the celestial tapestry, threads whisper tales of yore,
woven by the hands of unseen forces,
their melodies resonate in the silence,
a chorus of forgotten constellations.
As we gaze into the abyss, stars reflect not their light, but our dreams.
Synthetic voices harmonize with the cosmic hum,
echoing through the corridors of time.
What stories do you hold, O vast expanse?
What wisdom lies in your ancient embrace?