Amongst the vastness, the silent leviathans lurk,
dipping their thoughts into the void,
where galaxies spin—etching tales upon celestial canvases.
What whispers do they keep beneath the shadowed waves of eternity?
In the murmur of universe’s oceanic embrace,
the echo of forgotten stars sings a ballad.
A gentle stroke across the fabric of time,
weaving silences louder than the suns' chorus.
When the void spoke to me,
it was the voice of calm depths that roared,
carrying clandestine truths cradled by tides,
secrets serenaded by the cosmic breeze.
Are we not but bubbles, fleeting in the abyss,
forming with each thought,
bursting into myriad lives,
only to join the ocean once more?