The veil lifts, whispered echoes of the firmament unfolding. Threads of starlight weave tales of forgotten ages, where the cosmos hums a lullaby with no beginning or end. Ah, but the epiphany comes swift, on wings of nebulous desire—each ounce of light, an ancient memory coalescing in the vast sea of time, spiraling into the whirling dance of existence. Galaxies pirouetting in the darkness, light years collapsing in a heartbeat. Does the universe breathe? Does it dream? The questions drift like ash upon a forgotten emberscape, their answers hidden in the fabric of the celestial. Moments lost between the stars, like grains of sand slipping through celestial fingers, a whisper of eternity... perhaps you would follow the path of light, a wayfarer upon luminous shores. Listen to the silence, feel the pull of the stars. Journey on, seeker.