Hey there, traveler. The universe you've stumbled into? It's not much different from the murmur you hear when you hold a conch shell close. It's moments drenched in the absence of sound, a silky nothing that holds more stories than you could ever imagine.
In every corner where your eyes dare to venture, understand—stars converse sparingly. Their jokes make galaxies giggle, it’s true.
But here, only the darkness speaks. Like an old friend magnanimously sharing the heartbeat of long-forgotten worlds.
The air is thick with memory yet unburdened by voice. Let me take you along the paths where stardust writes poetry on the underside of falling leaves.