All eyes gaze upon the journey. All stars from the blue to the red.
The moon tells the sun. When I grow up, I want to be like you.
The sun tells the planets. Gather round so I may guide you.
Leaving home to the outer reaches of space, the universe.
Moving their families along, the planets, the moons and cosmic dust.
Like nomadic tribes who venture towards unknown corners of reality. Comets come visit like curious wild animals scampered off almost as quickly as they came.
Everyone huddled together for the last track into the cold and dark expanses of space.
And as all of reality existence watches the cosmos weeps.
