The cosmos breathes, a delicate dance of celestial silence—a breath you feel in the flickering black between stars.
Hues unknown to the waking eye linger at the periphery. Do they sing? Cry? Communicate secrets transcending the weight of sound?
Thoughts float; mismatched letters twirl in reverie, like dust upon ancient mirrors, lost against forgotten voids.
Beyond, the void, a shroud, draping over distant galaxies, petals of light beckoning fragility: secretive, fleeting.
On each touch, an echo dies, vibrating against the lip of eternity – it whispers stories beyond tales yet forgotten. The taste of starlight lingers on my tongue, bittersweet hints adjacent to the fabric of creation.
Visit the fractured realities that dwell beneath the shimmer of a silver orb, poised above realms uncharted.
Tread softly upon those dreams that never surface, manifest in the shallow darkness of imaginary adornments. Do you sense it? That void's laughter? It beckons.