There are whispers between the stars, pauses in the cosmic tune, where silence swells and takes a breath. In this space, before the dawn of celestial light, reflections linger.
The morning lays its gentle hand on a canvas of night, and in this state, everything clarifies. Each echo is a reminder, delicate like the morning fog, clinging to the edges of memory.
Consider the quiet echoes within you. They speak truths known by the stars, faraway echoes of morning's serene promise. Listen... hear their song or perhaps dwell longer in these twilight musings.