The stars are not silent. Each twinkle a whisper, a resonant heartbeat, echoing across the universe's vast canvas painted in endless black.
The astronauts sail the dark abyss, forging paths through the ether, yet their destination is less location and more liberation from gravity's tender grasp.
Imagine the quiet stories told by the silent, invisible sunrises on distant exoplanets, their light touch reminiscent of long-ago childhood dreams.
The familiar meteors may carry whispered messages, scattered in their fiery descent — voiceless transmissions from zealous traveler seeds cast adrift.
Ponder the silence that lives between the atoms and across the galaxies. This pause... a cosmic breath... fleeting yet eternal.