In the beginning, there was no sound, only a hushed call of the infinite deep, a whisper across the velvet emptiness where stars once danced. Yet, from the silence, a murmur began to rise – soft, fragile, like the first breath of spring on winter’s last breath. Dreams awaken.
The void, a cosmic sea without shores, stretched for eternity, painted in shades of endless blue and black. Within its cradle, galaxies spun like forgotten memories, drifting on currents unseen. But here, in this boundless black, an ephemeral truth began to shimmer – a spark in the ocean of dreams, both ancient and new.
Transcending the veils of silence, the universe wept stars anew, each gleam a story whispered into the cosmic flow. And so, the tides of time turned, drawing ripples across the fabric of existence, echoing in unseen dimensions. Forever forward, forever behind, all at once.
Would you dare to float on the surface of the known? Journey deeper or perhaps listen to the echoes.