In the gentle pull of the universe's whisper, we find ourselves adrift on thoughts untethered. Like poets lost between the breaths of stars, we linger in the reflective pools of twilight. Each sigh a murmur from the heavens, a cosmic embrace longing to reveal the tales hidden in the spaces between light.
The soft echo of a celestial wind carries the stories that only silence can narrate, and we listen, with bated breath, to the murmurs that speak of eternity. In this shared silence, curtains drawn across the galaxy, we unravel the intimate songs sung by the void—a melody of whispers, a hymn of nothingness.