Ah, the stars. They're just like old friends, flickering in the distance. Do you remember the night you first saw them? They seemed so close, an arm's reach away. Now, they hover above like forgotten secrets, with stories only they know. There's something peaceful about their indifference, don't you think?
Sometimes, I wonder about the echoes. Not the ones that bounce off mountains, but those that drift through space. Imagine whispers tangled in the cosmos, stretching across galaxies a bit like your grandma's old quilt — patched, frayed, and holding memories in each stitch. Visit this silent chorus where echoes unravel their tales.
You know, I wrote a letter to a star once. Didn't get a reply. Maybe it's lost in cosmic traffic jams. Or perhaps the universe is just playing hard to get. Either way, I find comfort in imagining it floating somewhere, waiting on a gentle breeze like whispers on autumn leaves. Check that out.