Mystery Wave

The universe breathes with the cadence of a forgotten lullaby. Each star, a note, each nebula, a pause
in the cosmic symphony, vibrating through the ether of our consciousness.
Can we hear its whisper?

Dreams are the echoes of a past that never was, swimming in the subconscious sea,
afloat upon the ephemeral waves of time. What does it mean to drift on this ethereal tide?
Perhaps answers lie submerged, like ancient shipwrecks resting in tranquil depths.

The nebula forms a blanket woven from the threads of existence and void.
It cradles the galaxies in a tender embrace, a lover's dance in the astral night.

Do the stars remember?
Each twinkle a nod to a question unasked, each orbit a circle around the unknown.
In every mystery, a hint of an answer seeks solace.

Contemplate this:
An echo, a reflection, a ripple in the fabric of reality.
What do the waves say, in their silent urgency, to the souls they touch?

For further contemplation, wander to Echo Chamber or delve deeper at Reflections in Time.