Beyond the horizon, the whispers travel, tangled in the void, finding their way through the tapestry of stars. A signal, perhaps a dream. Etched in blue, it murmurs of forgotten realms and untold tales.
Thoughts like comets streak across the mind's sky— unpredictable, brilliant, ephemeral. They sketch paths that disappear into the ether, leaving only their traces, faintly illuminating the subconscious.
Have you ever listened to the silence between the sounds? A pause, a breath, a moment— where the universe holds its secrets close, and you are left yearning for understanding.
What was that echo? A heartbeat, a thought, a memory from a world unseen? Perhaps the stars will tell.
Interwoven, the cosmic threads bind us, guiding our voyage on the sea of night, ever deeper into the unknown.