Echoes of the Void

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.

"Did you hear it again?" they ask, eyes peering through the infinite tapestry. A nod, and silence is confirmed, yet the echo remains.

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.

The stars, they sing, but only to those who dare listen.