Your thoughts drift, untethered in the void. Spectral Echoes resonate within, a cacophony of silence.

Do the stars remember your name? The ones that vanish into the folds of dark velvet night.

Somewhere, an astral symphony plays, notes dancing on cosmic winds, a melody heard only by those who dream in the expanse between.

The pulse quickens, like the beating of a celestial heart. Whispering shadows beckon, their voices a constellation of forgotten tales.

Avoid the singularities of despair; they cling like unseen anchors.

Fathom the quantum dance, where every particle knows its part in a play as old as time.

In the void, suns are born and die in moments, leaving trails of stardust dreams in their wake.