In every galaxy, a single thought can unify a thousand stars—ponder this.
The absurdity of space isn't its emptiness, but the noise it makes in silence.
When galaxies collide, it's not chaos, but an orchestrated ballet of forgotten rhythms.
Black holes whisper secrets of time frozen in a dance of cosmic delay.
Constellations are just dreams written in ancient dust by those who believed in the sky's voice.
Follow the whispers