In the quiet corners of infinite black,
where silence stretches its echoing fingers,
there rests a tale unbounded by sound—
the shell of creation untouched by breath.
Stars, they breathe with a light
that speaks in tongues of ancient dust,
etching galaxies into the canvas of night,
unraveling the knot of existence.
Between these spheres of glowing whispers,
a pause, a hush—a pregnant void,
waiting for a thought to topple the balance,
for an echo to find its twin in the silence.