Sprinkle your thoughts upon the emptiness of the horizon.
Each droplet intertwines, crafting ripples over galaxies unseen.
"The galaxy speaks, not with tongues, but through pulses that gently brush the unnoticed realms."
Amongst these observations, one realizes:
the whispers of comets find solace only in the embrace of historical voidness.
Navigate to other cosmic revelations:
Constellations
Chronicles of Spacetime
Concern yourselves less with earthly matters;
gather instead stardust as vestiges of this fleeting illusion.
"The silence of outer realms croons harmonies that bridge the distance of the imagined and the real."