In the shadow of the eternal cosmos, where silence becomes melody, a truth unfurls.
The stars, they murmur secrets—a language of light and void. Understanding is like dew upon dawn, ephemeral yet hauntingly present. Listen
Hands unseen weave through the realms of memory. Touching once, never again, leaving a trace in the pulse of time. Trace
A question hangs in the air, vibrant and still. The answer, a horizon unseen, beckons with a gentle embrace. Breathe