Silent whispers between stars, stitched in the fabric of a void.
And here, echoes of light, traveling through ages,
painting the night with unseen brush.

Once there was a radiance, flickering like memory's grasp, invisible yet omnipresent.
Each blink, a heartbeat of the universe, drifting in solitude.

The distance, an echo in itself, echoing through an empty breath.
Here, the past dances with the future, in a ballet of eternal dusk.