As thoughts drift into the void, celestial melodies echo, unthreading the fabric of reality.
What is existence, if not a silent conversation between atoms and dreams, where shadows dance on the margins of consciousness.
Every heartbeat mimics the rhythm of galaxies expanding, punctuated by the sigh of collapsing stars, as secrets hide beneath layered time.
The mind wanders, drinking from the cup of the infinite, tasting the essence of the cosmos layered delicately on the tongue of silence.
In the embrace of night, reflections scatter like fragmented echoes, revealing hidden paths lined with celestial wonders meant for forgotten souls.