"If light travels faster than thought, what shadows do our dreams cast upon the galaxies?"
The voice echoed, a ripple across the cosmic tapestry woven with silent stars and forgotten melodies.
"Can the universe itself question the motives of its creation? Or does it find solace in the chaos of existence?"
She paused, staring into the void that held voices of ancients, tales untold yet etched in ethereal whispers.
"Suppose the stars are but dreams of a sleeping deity, how would we awaken to see the truth behind the constellation's eyes?"
The answer was a gentle caress of time, flowing endlessly between the threads of reality and illusion.