Beyond the shimmering edge of the multiverse,
stars send their resonant postcards,
whispers transformed into light,
tracing pathways through the cosmic sea.
I once danced between galaxies,
caught in the melodic waltz of gravitational tides,
every pulse a reminder of the universe's heartbeat.
And in that expansive silence, I understood.
How fragile the echoes of a single photon,
traveling millennia to brush against a solitary mind.
The equation of light, scribbled in stardust,
etched into the fabric of existence itself.
Do you remember our interstellar dreams?
When the void held us in its unfathomable embrace,
and we, fearless, sailed its currents
towards unknown horizons.
They call them phantom trajectories.
Each message from distant worlds
a reflection of the self,
embodied in cosmic echoes,
reverberating through time's relentless flow.
Somewhere, lost among the constellations,
lies an untouched truth,
a whisper in the dark,
waiting for those brave enough to listen.
Care to join the voyage?