In the cradle of cosmic whispers, the silence between stars breathes.
Here, galaxies are born from the unseen, and death is merely the turning of a page in the book of shadows.
The constellations weep not tears, but stories woven from the fabric of dreams.
And as the celestial masquerade dances on, the veils fall away, revealing the empty stage where everything once was.
The stars, they murmur—
Perhaps you have heard their cries, echoes of forgotten hearts.
Do they remember the warmth of the sun? Or the touch of the earth beneath their cosmic feet?
In this silence, in this eternal dormancy, they ponder the enigma of their own light.
Silence between stars speaks in riddles, and riddles are but mysteries dressed in the garments of uncertainty.
What will you reveal when the masks of the universe dissolve?
Whispers of the Void | The Cosmic Dance | Enigmas of the Heart