Void of Orbital Aggregates

Beneath the infinitesimal husk of whispered solitude, the stars align in hushed orbits, tracing silent paths on a canvas darker than obsidian.

The celestial remnants, scraps of sky and stars, float in existential limbo, yearning for warmth in a touchless embrace. The universe hums a void melody, but they cannot hear it. Or can they?

Stacked against each other, like forgotten lies or echoes of a feeling never felt, they aggregate in their solitude, waiting for something—or nothing.

The scream is loud in its silence, reverberating through the ether, unheard as it collides with cosmic solitude. Do they call out? Do they hear?

Perhaps in another orbit, in another tale of time, their whispers would weave a different narrative—that's a story for another time or another space.