The night breathes in murmurs, each star a guardian of stories untold. Fragments of cosmic dialogues weave tapestries across the heavens, while earthly ears catch but whispers.
Here lies the harvest of celestial echoes:
If you listen closely, you might find clarity within chaos, the forgotten truths of ancients scribbled in starry ink:
“Align your gaze with the unseen, and let the symphony of void whisper its legends.”