In the depths of silence, where sound ceases to exist, pulses of distant stars orchestrate a grand dance. Each pulse, a note, each silence, a rest, forming an unseen melody that echoes through the fabric of time.
The spirals of the galaxy hum in hues of sapphire and emerald, weaving a tapestry of forgotten songs. They whisper through nebulas, draping the cosmos in a veil of stars, subtle vibrations that no human ear has ever heard.
Beyond the seen universe lies a realm of paradox, where sound transcends its tangible form. Here, each quasar sings a solo, each black hole plays a dirge, together composing an eternal opus, a symphony unheard, yet felt in the marrow of the void.