In the cradle of the cosmic abyss, the silence sings. Learn to listen to its profound melody, a cradle song of potential and peril.
Gather stardust in your palms; weave it with intention and emerge. Only the woven can navigate the weft of the infinite.
Each star you touch has a tale to tell. Tales of light and shadow, of creation and dissolution, beyond the cage of time.
Do not shy from the void, for it is a canvas awaiting your touch. Paint with the colors of forgotten suns and embrace the darkness.
As you stand at the edge, dig your feet into the soil of yore. Let the roots know the stars, for Earth and the cosmos are kindred spirits.