In the quietest corner of the cosmic sea, where the echoes of suns long extinguished whirl like ancient lullabies, there lay a dream woven of stardust and silence.
Glistening fragments of night, a mosaic upon the ethereal tapestry, whisper secrets only the moon dares to hear. They murmur through the void, a stream of consciousness in the language of light and shadow.
Do you hear them? The tender sighs of galaxies held in the arms of time, the gentle caress of comets tracing their ephemeral paths. Stars blink slowly, a rhythm akin to heartbeats, a lullaby for those who wander through the spectral glow.
Stars are the eyes of ancients, keeping vigil over worlds unseen, their whispers folding like petals upon the breath of the universe. Echo, echo, echo...
Follow the stars to where dreams begin: Nebula Dance or perhaps to the Void's Reverie.
For within the starry silence, all secrets rest; waiting for ears attuned to the celestial melody, for hearts brave enough to dream in the language of constellations.