In the interstellar void, where silence reigns supreme, the Starlit Bard strums his guitar. His beard, a cascade of silvery wisps, dances to the rhythm of cosmic winds. Each pluck of the strings sends a ripple across the fabric of space, crafting melodies that navigate the sea of stars. His audience, an orchestra of celestial bodies, sways in harmonious accord. To the Bard, music is the language of the cosmos, understood by comet and quasar alike.
The Bard's tale is one of wanderlust. Born from a supernova's fiery sigh, he travels on asteroids, serenading black holes and bright nebulae. His eyes, aged by millennia, reflect the constellations he's known as friends. The melodies he conjures speak of ancient light and the secrets whispered between planets.
As he plays, a stardust melody forms, a testament to the beauty of the universe. His music is a bridge across eternity, connecting realms of reality and realms of fantasy. His song is not merely heard, but felt, in every atom resonating with his cosmic opus.
And so, the Starlit Bard continues, an eternal minstrel amidst the vastness, his music the thread weaving through the tapestry of the heavens.