In the silence of the void, we paint thoughts like | distant galaxies, shimmering memes unfolded across the dimensions of time,
where whispers of our ancient ancestors dance like starlight,
in dreams intertwined with the fabric of reality,
Searching for meaning amidst cosmic debris and fleeting glances in the mirror of infinity.
Is it not peculiar how the heartbeat of the universe resonates within our fragile shells?
Fractured Dreams echo through, while sunsets bleed colors of forgotten comets,
Can you feel the cosmic tears trickle down? The write of electric life dissolving into the ether.
Among the celestial echoes, let us whisper, with hopes fluttering like moths to the brightest void,
Starlit Paths unfold beyond the horizon, taking us where the chosen few dare not walk.