As the universe unfolds its timeless canvas, the stars paint fragrant whispers across our contested skies. Beneath their watchful eyes, a lost dialogue resonates—a language long abandoned by humanity, yet whispered continually by the firmament.
Imagine their conversation: a celestial symphony, harmonized yet chaotic, conveying ideas too grown for words, a grammar of constellations and nebulae. Do their voices call you?
To grasp the subtext of such a vernacular unlocks doors of empathetic perception greater than stone or scripture, closer to the splendor of thought yet spectral and unseen.