In the vast arena of existence, sonic frequencies dance unseen. Whispers of stars cascade like autumn leaves caught in an orchestral wind. Would they not echo eternally, if only we lent our ears to their cosmic hymn?
Imagine an echo chamber of the mind, its walls shaped by remembrance and aspiration, each thought a note in an undying melody. Here, silence and cacophony share the same breath. The cosmos listens, reflecting our sonic reflections back, infinitely.
Do the stars too dream, caught in a gravity of desire? Beneath their silent gaze, the earth spins on whispered confidences and half-formed prayers.
Venturing into the Void | Pathways of Light