In the realm where silence becomes a vast ocean, the stars are but whispers, strung upon an invisible thread. Each silence holds a story, woven into the cosmic tapestry.
Beyond the tapestries of time, stars remember the echoes of their birth, and dream of the lullabies sung by the void. The universe is woven from the hushed breaths of galaxies.
The nod of a distant sun, the flicker of a wandering moon — these tales are scribed by the silence between stars, narrated by an unspoken breeze.