The Cosmos Whispered
Between the silent heartbeats of stars, lies the echo of forgotten dreams—
a universe wrapped in shadows,
trembling at the edges of light.
The breath before creation,
a pause that births galaxies,
or the stillness that cradles them in endless night.
What does the universe hum beneath its celestial skin?
Echoes that grasp at the edges of knowing,
yet slip away like morning dew, absorbed by the dawn.
Listen, there's a sound in the silence,
perhaps a truth, or an illusion made of stars: