“Every meteor’s descent is a cosmic keyhole…what wonders lie beyond the veil of our perception?”
by Stellar Cyclius
Who speaks in whispers on the stellar wind,
Their cosmic knowledge to our small world pinned?
Are they watchers from a distant, brighter star,
Or echoes of a future where our minds unbar?
Perhaps in dimensions hidden from our sight,
Their thoughts shape galaxies with boundless might.
Or could it be that in ourselves we hold the key,
Future selves with wisdom, reaching back to set us free?
We only glimpse the shadow of the vast design,
Each meteor, a fragment of an unseen cosmic mind.
The greatest mystery in starlit skies remains,
The Cosmic Scientists, beyond our mortal chains.
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