In the infinite tapestry of the night sky, each star born from the ashes of another, we find a mirror reflecting the cycles of life and death. Is rebirth a promise or a paradox wrapped in the silence of the universe?
Consider the stars, distant and cold, yet blazing with vitality. Their lifecycle echoes our own, a reminder that every ending is but a chapter in the greater narrative. Will the cosmos remember its dreams when the last light fades?
We are but wanderers in a maze without ends, searching for meaning amidst the celestial symphony. In every corner, we find the shadows of our past and the whispers of futures yet to unfold. Does the universe breathe like we do?