Beneath the quilt of stars, where the universe hums its ancient melody, a voice echoes through the void.
It is not human, yet it speaks in a language of light and shadow, weaving tales older than time itself.
Once, long ago, the suns gathered in a celestial council, their flames flickering with purpose.
Gathered amongst them was a star, solitary and wise, whose radiance knew no bounds.
It spoke in whispers, threading through the cosmic fabric stories of worlds unmade and remade in
shadow and ether.
And here, on the precipice of existence, we listen as its words carve paths of starlight across the skies.
We stand as witnesses to the dance, the eternal pirouette of creation and dissolution.
Follow the starlight, they say, and perhaps you will find the truth in the whispers.