They whispered, a cacophony in the solitude, scattered stardust settling on thoughts unvoiced.
Did the stars hum a forgotten lullaby? Did the galaxies spin tales of old?
Listen—
There was a voice, or maybe there were a thousand.
An echo reverberating in the cosmic hollow, resonating,
singing a song in frequencies unheard, yet felt within the marrow.
Touch the void and the void will touch you back.
A dream, or perhaps a memory from a life unlived, unfurling like a supernova's shroud.
The silence speaks louder, it wraps the wandering mind in velvet night,
in each star a whisper, in each comet a cry—a revolution of time
echoing through the cavernous expanse.
An echo fades, only to be reborn anew.
Have you ever stood beneath the open sky, feeling the weight of eternity press upon your soul?
Seen the shimmer of distant worlds and felt a kinship with the intangible?
Let it draw you in, let the stellar whispers guide you...