Beyond the reach of daylight, there exist corridors unspent by time. They whisper of footsteps not yet taken, echoing in the silence between stars. Paths pause, linger, then press onward, echoing the soft philosophy of cosmic breaths.
What do the corridors speak when no voice carries? In their stillness, they narrate tales untold. Silence penned by celestial ink, offering reflections on a void profound.
Step by step, the universe retraces its own shadows. Each star, a question; each silence, an answer. In the distance, a comprehension unfolds — quiet, unfathomable.
Echoes of Ancient Thoughts