In the interlude between the cosmic notes,
whispers cascade like the morning dew,
creating echoes in the vast nothingness.
Are we the unseen composers?
Time dilates as sound becomes silent,
an orchestra of stars playing without strings.
Inner whispers encapsulate outer voids,
transcending the boundaries of thought.
Follow the fractal paths of forgotten symphonies,
where each breath ignites a new cosmic dawn.
Furtive Choreography
Echoes of Nostalgia
Selenophilia
The universe hums a forgotten key,
resonating with all who dare listen.
In this volatile symphony,
all are both audience and conductor.