Somewhere in the spaces between time, a whisper of stardust dances across the skyline, setting the words into soft echoes.
As the cosmic dust settles upon silence, realities overlap, weaving a tapestry with whispers of interstellar echoes.
Floating lumens bridge realms unseen, each glow dissolving the boundaries, illuminating memories of forgotten galaxies.
When you listen closely, does the murmur of the stars not tell stories only the dust can remember?