Beneath the tapestry of stars, where atoms dare to dream, lies a garden invisible to the touch, yet real to the heart. Here, thoughts sprout in shadows, roots entangled with the essence of cosmos.
To arise is to acknowledge the unseen winds that carry our whispered hopes, the silent sun that nurtures our existential bloom. Do the petals of understanding open, only to close in the night?
Seek the Truth or wander the cosmic void,
for every step taken is a question yet to be answered.