In the void, where whispers of forgotten melodies linger,
the stars breathe like silvered hearts.
Each pulse a syllable in the tale of the cosmos,
bridging eternities with a fragile, intimate touch.
Nebulas curl gracefully, like dreams unfurling.
Threads of light weave the tapestry of time,
stitched by hands unseen, yet tenderly known.
Here, the silence is a symphony,
a nuanced dance of thought and starlight,
echoing the breath between moments.