Close your eyes and listen to the universe's murmur.
Stars are mere sailors in a sea of indigo whispers,
charting constellations with spilled ink and dreams.
Each flicker is a lighthouse, guiding them
through nebulous tides, into the arms of eternity.
In an echo, find a journey.
In every shell, a universe clings to the shore,
waiting for the tide's embrace.
Imagine, the sands of time slipping through your fingers,
as galaxies dance in the reflections of forgotten seas.
This is no end, nor beginning,
but a pause in the rhythmic pulse of infinity.