The vacuum has a peculiar voice, like an old gramophone left to spin without a record. In its emptiness, it hums. The sound is neither comforting nor alarming, simply persistent. As if time itself has forgotten to stop in this cosmic stretch.
Stars blink like distant memories. Through the scope, they look alive, yet their light tells stories of a past long gone. Here, on the fringes, reality wears a whimsical mask. One moment you're tethered to earth, the next you're floating with the echoes.
Step carefully, for the void remembers
Whisper of the unseen
Recollections of the stars
Beneath the vast silence, a dance unfolds. Cosmic winds, invisible yet undeniable, sway the universe in an eternal waltz. And in this dance, every step is an echo of its own.