At the very edge of the cosmos, where the void meets imagination, a dust of stars settled silently on the words of an ancient tale. The tapestry of existence frayed, and at its seam, a narrative whispered. Not loud, not quiet—a harmony of nowhere and everywhere.
In a realm untouched by time, two wandering minds crossed the infinite skies, seeking the meaning of echoes in the silence. Their ship was woven from the strings of forgotten constellations, with sails made of dreams unturned.
"Do you hear it?" one voice trembled, as if the very vibration of the question could split the fabric of reality. The other, a voice like the rustle of wings in starlit fog, responded, "It sings of edges unseen, of paths unwritten and worlds unbound."
They journeyed through nebulas of memory, past moons that mirrored their souls, and into the luminous void. With every pulse of the cosmos, the stardust settled deeper, dotting their story with the ink of the ancients.
To understand or not—to exist or to fade into the cosmic dust with unspoken truths—is the essence of the enigma. More than the question, more than the answer, lies the journey they dared to take.
A single star fell, carving a path across the night, and in its light, they saw the edge of everything. Continue the voyage