The silent seeds, scattered across constellations.
Forgotten whispers, like echoes
of stars longing to be seen.
Listen, they urge, to the disjointed signals.
In each grain, a universe
hiding in the spaces between pulses.
Silent Cosmos Tales
Stellar Conversations
Celestial Dreams Echo
The night remembers
whispers of the void,
each star a seed,
sown in silence,
waiting.