in the corners where silence speaks:
whispers ascend, collide, dissolve,
interstellar echoes of thoughts untold,
a voyager's mind adrift in infinity,
woven through the stardust tapestry.
what is time but a whispered dream?
numbers lost in cosmic hum,
and everything aligns to the breath of galaxies,
dancing to the rhythm of light-years gone by.
beyond the edge, where edges cease,
lies a canvas of silent odyssey,
portrait of a universe experiencing itself—
fearless, boundless, unnamed.