In the tapestry of the void, whispers of stars weave dreams of light.
A cosmic symphony played in the silence of creation, where thoughts are born.
Each star, a reflection of a word unspoken, a fragment of a dream forgotten.
Wander through the nebula of your mind, let the silence guide your path.
Fractal patterns in the starlit sky echo the rhythm of your heart.
Are we not all dust, reborn in the shimmer of celestial silence?