Can you hear the thoughts left unspoken,
drifting within this cosmic emptiness?
Glimpses of consciousness,
brushing past like ephemeral shadows.
Time is but a spiraling illusion,
a narrative we weave amidst the void's embrace.
The whispers beckon, seeking resonance,
through spaces unseen by eyes unaccustomed.
Listen closely, beneath the silence lies a symphony
of thoughts intertwining, seeking one another's warmth.
Touch the whispers, if only to trace their phantom journeys
across the wide unknown.