Loneliness stretches like an unseen cord, tying the void to the heart of each wandering star. In the silence, whispers of eras untold slice through the dense space. They murmur solace, sharing the stories of cosmic dust mingling on interstellar breezes.
Sit quietly in the heart of stardust. Here lies the universe's breath, a soft, rhythmic reminder. The universe speaks in disjointed phrases, paragraphs lengthening across the ages, only to dissolve in the ether where gravity loses its grip.
Constellations paint their stories across empty skies. Skilful artists weaving familiar patterns, through ancients’ eyes, relating tales of past rebellions and forgotten loves. Each star a note in nature’s unwritten symphony, echoing in chords of cosmic silence.