In the margins of the universe, where the stars exhale musings of forgotten realms, an astral traveler found themselves adrift. The twilight silk wrapped around their form, a gentle caress, whispering legends sung in galaxies lost to time.
As the void opened its velvet shroud, the traveler embraced the whispering winds, breathing in the luminescence of the cosmos. It was a path strewn with metaphysical petals—each step a note in the symphony of stardust, resonating through the quietude of space.
The stars, guardians of ancient truths, blinked with the wisdom of eons. Beneath the broad canopy of the universe, they murmured tales of wandering souls, of comets with fiery tales and moons that cradle the dreams of worlds undiscovered.
What lies beyond the crescent horizon? Follow the stardust.