Drifting through the void, reflections resonate—pinpricks of light whisper their secrets, laden with tales of stars long extinguished.
The tapestry of silence unveils soft symphonies, weaving together fragments of all that was discarded.
Time diverges as celestial bodies hum a lullaby of creation and disintegration, their unfinished poems scatter like stardust.
So we wander, the echoes slithering through our thoughts, inviting contemplation upon the edge of the unknown.
In memory's crevices, distant sounds implore the heart: Will you revel in the exquisiteness of mere moments lost to entropy?