Beyond the cosmos, where shadows play, a whisper of starlight echoes in the sand. ~~~~ Tread lightly, for the ground breathes. ~~~~ Marked by unseen travelers, footprints, like constellations, form a tapestry of lost stories. The air vibrates with ancient songs, played by winds that know no kin. Whispered truths collide with imposed order, crafting a symphony of the alien mundane. Are we but players in a cosmic game? Or mere witnesses to a dance of giants? ~~~~ Questions etch the stars. ~~~~ The ground speaks, a language older than time, casting echoes into the void that once was still.