In the silence woven between stars, a melody pulses. The dance of nebulous echoes, sculpting the night.
Behold the constellation of dreams you’ve yet to visit. Your path, embroidered with stardust and shadowy whispers.
The cosmos sings to those who dare to listen. It caresses the void, a symphony of misleading beauty. Trust not the silence, for it whispers lies adorned in cosmic linen.
Every note counts in the grand tapestry, every whisper a thread.