Between the vibrational echoes of forgotten supernovae and the muted calls of distant quasars, lies a silence rich with symphonies untold. Are we in tune with the cosmic melody, or merely percussionists lost amid wandering notes?
The silence between stars speaks in hushed tones, like a wise elder recounting tales of the void. Are we but actors in a play, written by hands unseen, with dialogue crafted from the ashes of ancient worlds?
Within this silence, there lies a question: Do we listen? To hear is one thing, but to understand the language of stars is quite another.
Past the veil of time’s gentle caress, the notes remain, waiting for those who dare to dance with them. The symphonies are belated, yet timeless—infinite, yet confined to the moments we choose to embrace their rhythm.
Perhaps, in the end, it is not the symphonies of the cosmos that matter, but our own echoes, resonating in the spaces between belief and understanding. What echoes will you leave behind?