Gravity's whisper — the boundary where quantum dreams,
collides with classical silence. Anonymous galaxies lie awake.
Time stretches, folds upon itself, creating memories of futures
that never arrive. Stars blink knowingly, perhaps with amusement.
"What cosmos within a cosmos?" they chant, their light pouring
over planets unseen, orbiting thoughts beyond the conscious mind.
An edge. A beginning. A twilight.
To journey here is to embrace the enigma — to understand that
words are but transient shadows on the vast canvas of eternity.
Look closer — and see nothing, yet everything.