Amidst the vast silence that stretches from star to unseen star, the whispers of deep currents speak in words forgotten, synonyms tethered by gravity unknown. Here, words aren't just vessels; they weave constellations of meaning, shifting silently in the cosmic lexicon.
One might see the abyss, a dark expanse that cradles light beyond measure. It asks the observer for reflection, not in its depth but in the echo you leave within, the resonance prolonged until the stars shift in their silent guided dance.
Profoundness strides here like a watchful sentinel, guarding the silent migratory paths of spirits lost and found between nebulae unseen. Every thought, a comet; every word, a constellation encapsulating the essence of the void, nurtured by void and hymn.