In the shimmering void, where silence clings like a veil, an odyssey of spirals unfolds. Each rotation whispers forgotten dreams into the ether, dissolving into star-studded echoes. Here dwells the enchantment of futility; a carousel of celestial dances that consume time and release it, forever unwound.
The astral symphony plays on, an orchestration of cosmic lawlessness. Nebulae waltz with antiquated comets, their trails spun from threads of longing and light. The mysterious allure of this endless journey beckons the heart to chase specters of meaning amongst ancient dust.
As you turn upon this boundless stage, encountering the reflections of your solitude, pause and ponder: Are you a traveler lost in space, or a quiet observer of your own endless dance?