In the spiral embrace of an unseen galaxy, whispers fade and intonations bloom like nebulae.
Stars are the relics of ancient dreams, drifting tales of forgotten realms sing asymptotic truths.
Caught in the cosmic web, where faeries dance upon light's edge, our reflections ripple as echoes.
Each supernova a philosophical query, expanding taut threads of existential musings.
Do we dwell in dusks, enclosed by the universe's cradle, or are we wanderers elsewhere?