In the vast, untethered expanse of the cosmos, a breathtaking tableau unfolded. Amidst the cobalt abyss and pyroclastic embers of deep space, an ethereal draconic face pierced the eternal black. A shimmering arc of ivory scales crowned its noble visage, flambeaux of azure and obsidian swirling within its sunken orbitals.

The celestial wyrm, a being woven from the very fabric of the firmament, adjusted its regal gaze towards the galaxy below, pondering the cosmic mirror of existence. In a whisper, it summoned forth a myriad of star-children, dusted with stardust and imbued with divinity.

Affectionately, the white dragonparent guided these newly-hatched drakes in their celestial dance. Lessons of constellations and the cosmic tapestry were shared with each, ensuring that each precious soul understood its connection to the infinite fabric of the universe. Amongst all, the youngest blade, powered by a deep and boundless curiosity, bravely inquired, "Oh, revered father, how else may we mirror the splendor of the cosmos?"

With majestic grace, the dragon breathed gentle vapors into existence, each particle a twinkling beacon. Reassuringly, it granted the young drakes a new celestial creative empowerment, “Go forth and infuse these wonders into the firmament," it urged. And so, they did, their creations becoming a living, ever-shifting testament to the dragon’s boundless wisdom and indomitable spirit.