Suspended truth

The canopy of the sky chanted alleged red-herring secrets of the spiral nebula— what our ancestors once coined as heavenly delusions. An allegory lay within the vicious pattern: a fine crack between fantasy and the intoxication of novelty. Where lies end and truth begins remained suspended— held in a celestial hand, visible yet unreachable. And as our time nears the finish line, we look up, still deciphering the chant, still mistaking wonder for answers.