Through the whirling currents, where nebulae cascade like riverine tomes,
the libraries of the cosmos curl upon themselves.
Ink of stars scribed upon the vast emptiness,
disjointed signals filter through the ether,
relaying secrets of forgotten constellations.
From their sacred shelves, the whispers wane,
resonating echoes of ancient, flowery archives.
Ciphers woven from the stardust dreams,
unraveled by the curious minds lost within.
Behold, the celestial catalog:
a sprightly dance of photons across arid light years,
beckoning wanderers to trace the rapids of these astral libraries.