The stars ponder in silence, weaving threads of forgotten light, where memories of matter morph into whispers.
Here lies the essence: a particle beyond perception, yet tangible in the absence of time.
Sing, O silent universe, your lullaby of quarks and dreams;
In each echo, a universe naps in the cradle of silence.
Echoes resonate through the void:
"Did you hear the stars singing?"
"A whisper of a forgotten galaxy."