In the edges of the universe where time gently bends, the whispers of forgotten tides speak secrets— hushed voices carried endlessly on the breath of stars.
One might wonder if restlessness is not an echo of the cosmos shuffling through eternity, searching for a home amongst the particles, seeking rest.
Embedded in the silence, a thought lingers, weaving through the air; perhaps existence itself is a whisper waiting to be heard, a infinitesimal truth hidden in the folds of space.
Close your eyes and embrace the void, listen deeply—but not too shallow— for the answers swirl around like galaxies caught in a whisper's embrace.