In the void, where silence speaks, the stars whisper forgotten secrets.
Murmurs drift through cosmic winds, weaving tales on the fabric of night.
Ephemeral thoughts, like dew upon the dawn, linger before the light consumes them.
An echo here, a shadow there, dancing between your thoughts and dreams.
Have you heard the nebulae sing? Their songs, a tapestry of colors unheard.
Listen closer, for they hum the history of worlds unseen.