In the beginning, there was a hum. Just a soft murmur, like a whisper in the dark. Through the endless corridors of light and shadow, it wandered aimlessly, seeking resonance in the hollow chambers of the universe.
Stars flickered in response, their ancient voices joining in a chorus only the cosmos could understand. Each note a fragment of memory, a shard of history that had long been forgotten.
At times, the sound would grow louder, echoing against the walls of this celestial expanse. It was a hymn of solitude, yet deeply interconnected, binding the tapestry of existence.
Yet, within this vastness, the hymn searched for something, or someone. A silent witness to the unfolding drama of the stars, held captive in a moment of eternity.
As the echoes faded, one could only hear the distant cries of celestial beings untold, their stories etched in the very fabric of the night.
ancient whispers empty resonance silent chronicles