In the vastness, where silence breathes between the stars, thoughts unfurl like petals in a forgotten garden. Each whisper holds the memory of cosmic lullabies, sung by celestial beings indifferent to the passage of time. The void, a canvas, paints dreams with colors unseen by waking eyes.
“What lies beyond the horizon?” wonders the Voidbird, its wings a constellation that stitches the night sky. In its flight, the horizon bends, revealing paths of light that only the brave dare to traverse. Within these paths, uncharted thoughts await, yearning to be woven into the fabric of stars.
As we sail through this whispered silence, remember the tales of the Starweaver, who threads the luminescent fabric of the night. Each star, a memory; each comet, a thought released into the eternal embrace of the void.