In the vast expanse of the cosmos, silence is not empty but full of potential
Whispers of the cosmic wind caress the edges of consciousness
Each breath held by the universe is a pause in the symphony of stars
Echoes of forgotten thoughts drift like nebulae in their solitary dance
"What does it mean to listen to the void?" a voice echoes into the deep
Through silence, we find the contours of our dreams, tracing invisible lines
Paths woven in the fabric of time, where moments touch eternity
We are but stardust seekers, tracing constellations of reflection
The shape of silence molds our questions, creating shadows of understanding
Mysterious horizons unfold beyond the reach of light, tinged with whispers
Can we find solace in the spaces between our thoughts, our worlds?