Corridor of the Celestial Echo

In a corridor of whispered stardust, the stars murmur secrets of forgotten night. Dreamscapes painting the cosmic silence, inked by comets’ glowing trails. Listen, the sky sighs tales of wonder, each echo a breadcrumb on a path to tomorrow. Here, the universe spins slowly, on the tip of a whispered promise. What secrets sleep nestled in the dark? Is gravity merely a lullaby? These corridors cradle time itself, each moment a droplet of stardust's breath.