In the vastness where silence reigns supreme,
the cosmic threads weave tales untold.
Galaxies dance in a silent ballet,
stars sing songs of ancient mysteries.
Take heed, traveler of the astral realm,
for the paths are many, yet the fate is one.
Each choice a stitch in the tapestry of time,
each moment a beat in the eternal symphony.
Weaving the Fate,
with hands unseen and intentions unknown,
the Loom spins visions of future and past,
a dance of shadows and light, of hope and despair.
Gaze upon the cosmic scale,
where beginnings and endings entwine.
Dreamscapes echo across
the celestial seas, reverberating with truth,
resonating with the pulse of the universe.
Draw your breath in the starlit void,
let the gravity of dreams anchor your soul.
Trust the silken threads of destiny,
as they guide you through the astral maze.