The cosmos hums,
a frequency invisible, a fabric woven in starlight.
Within a seashell's embrace, echoes of a universe — ancient, unknowable.
Imagine, if you will —
the nebula breathes, an exhale of color and silence, wrapped in a whisper.
Secrets of time,
a tapestry unfurls in resonant whispers.
A dance of atoms, a dream deferred.
Listen.