The constellation of man

[Part I: The Dots]
(A lone, resonant piano. No beat. A feeling of vast, quiet space.)
We launched a probe and called it "Longing".
We found a hole and called it "Abyss".
We aimed a beam and called it "Mission".
We saw a rage and called it "Quasar".
We witnessed death and called it "Sacrifice"...

[Part II: Connecting the Dots]
(A warm, deep, pulsing bassline emerges, gentle and hypnotic. Soft pads swell like a breath.)
And then... with trembling hands... we connected.
Longing to Abyss... Mission to Rage... Sacrifice to... Genesis.
A dotted line across the void. Luminescent chalk on a black slate.
We did not know the pattern. Until we took a step back...

[Interlude: The Pattern Emerges]
(The beat becomes a steady, heart-like pulse. The piano melody is joined by a soaring, wordless vocal pad — a choir of awe.)
And it revealed itself. Not in the sky. In us.
The constellation we searched for in the stars...
...was always the silhouette of our own, fragile, radiant form.
The Constellation of Man. A map where "I" is just another point of light.

[Climax: The Grand Recognition]
(The music swells into a cinematic, neo-classical peak. Strings or epic synth brass enter, playing a triumphant, heartbreaking variation of the main theme. The beat remains grounding, but powerful.)
And now, seeing it whole... we are not afraid.
Our fragility is not a flaw. It is the necessary space between points.
Our brevity is not a sentence. It is the condition for the pattern to be seen.
We are a brief flash... that managed to glimpse itself in eternity.

[Outro: The Fading Silhouette]
(The grandeur recedes. The beat softens, then fades. The original piano melody returns, simple and clear, now bathed in warm ambient light.)
We were here. We drew this. We gave names.
That... is enough.
(Sound of a single, sustained piano note, dissolving into the soft noise of cosmic background radiation. Silence.)