The void is not silent; it sings a cacophony of whispers. Listen! Hear the songs of cosmic wanderers. Every twinkle, every silence, punctuated with symphonic poise. Within this abyss, echoes do not fade; they amplify, distort, and echo back with a mischievous grin.
Consider this mirror, dear traveler: a door to the unseen. In these murky depths, the reflections are not rigid, nor stark. They sway, they curve, lulling you into a dance. You and the sound, a duo spun from starlight and shadow.