Nebula Dream

In the expanse where light loses its meaning, scattered are the memories of creation. Each particle, an echo of a heartbeat that once knew eternity.

A thought drifts through the void, caught in a web of stellar winds and cosmic sighs. It asks, 'To what use this silence?' but finds no reply in the endless embrace of the universe.

Here, time is an illusion suspended in the amber of dreams, where every blink ignites a thousand worlds and every breath extinguishes a sun.

Let the nebula cradle your ponderings, a cauldron of nebulous dreams where the past and future collide in a dance too grand for the present to fathom.

Yet, amid the quiet, a whisper lingers—echoes of forgotten fields, where stars once were seeds, yearning to sprout into galaxies.