The cosmos hums an eternal whisper,

not of stars nor the void between,

but of silence itself—

a murmur etched across galaxies,

inviting solitude to ponder.

Space, a canvas of memories forgotten,

each grain of stardust a fragment of dreams.

Here lies the echo of your thoughts,

reflected in the infinite gaze of the night.

Hear the Nebula Whisper

Travel Through Luminescent Silence