In the silence between stars, a voice murmurs...
As the celestial spheres spin, so too does the truth dance upon the horizon of understanding. The cosmic wind carries whispers not meant for mere mortal ears from the abyss.
Listen not with your ears, but with your soul. For what is spoken in the darkness shall illuminate the void with forgotten constellations.
In dreams, the willow bends; the secret of time flows like water in an ancient well. Visions of future and past intertwine, a tapestry woven by unseen hands.
The stars, in their eternal watch, sigh softly...
To understand is to transcend. The wise owl perched upon the moon knows all.
Each thought a comet, streaking through the canopy of night, crashing into consciousness cosmic journals left open by the ancients.