In the endless void, where time weaves the fabric of silence, a whisper danced among the stars. It hummed a forgotten tune, an echo of a galaxy long past, leaving ripples in the cosmic sea.
Somewhere, a nebula breathed, its hues of violet and azure painting the canvas of space. It cradled the stars, nurturing their glow, while the remnants of ancient light played upon the edges of the universe.
The silence reverberated, a symphony of the void, a song of isolation and grandeur. Here, answers were elusive, hidden in the embrace of planets and the fade of supernovae.
The echoes called to the wanderers, those who traverse the skies in search of the lost and the unseen, who listen to the silence as it weaves its stories in the dark.