A whisper travels the nebulae, weaving stories between stardust and shadows. It carries tales of celestial lullabies sung by ancient stars, whose voices ripple across the fabric of the infinite.
The galaxies hum a sonorous melody, resonating with the heartbeat of forgotten comets. Each note traces a forgotten path, a ghostly dance upon the tapestry of the cosmos.
Listen closely, and you might hear the echoes of a supernova's sigh, cradling the remnants of a dissipated wonder in its tender embrace. A lullaby that promises rebirth amidst the stardust's gentle cocoon.
Here, time is but an illusion, looping through the cycles of cosmic dreams. Stars blink in Morse code, sharing secrets with the void, while gravity's gentle hand rocks the universe to sleep.