In the void, where silence sings, a lullaby of distant stars, whispers we never hear, stitching cosmic thoughts into the fabric of dreams.
Do we orbit words unmet, lost in gravitational solitude? The celestial texts written in the ink of dark matter, float beyond our reach.
Phantom footsteps trace the elliptical paths of thought, each step a question echoing in the vacuum— answers caught in the starlit web.
Pause here, under the spectral lullaby, and listen to your own silent infinity.