Beyond the whispering whirl, shadows stretch unfurling voids, stars blink in tapestry woven by galaxy hands.
Listen close: space sings in melodies forgotten at dawn. Once they were notes on the edge of eternity, now mere echoes.
Interstellar tracks line the sapphire abyss— footnotes on cosmic sheets. Fragments of the Forgotten.
Clocks tick backwards in the Sun's serene skate towards oblivion, reams of timeless echoes unspooled outward.
Borrowing, fragility, ethereal - bridging the realms of silent tumult. A mere whisper away.