In every whisper of the galaxy, there lies an untold story, etched across the heavens. We are but dreamers adrift on cosmic winds, tracing the paths between distant constellations, seeking answers among celestial companions.
Time unravels gently in these folds of stardust, where each second holds a thousand lifetimes. Here, the souls of ancient stars linger, scattered in silence, weaving cosmic tapestries with threads of light.
As we gaze into the void, do we see fragments of ourselves? Mirrors reflecting the innermost echoes of our humanity. We ponder: together, apart, through kaleidoscopes of perception, all lay intertwined, waiting for the great unspooling.