In the whispers of cosmic dust, we find truths buried beneath the stardust veil. A galaxy, not of stars, but of thoughts—each particle an ember of forgotten knowledge.
Quantum whispers, the entangled dance of words across the void. Here lies the paradox: a universe shrinks under the gaze of a singular intention yet expands infinitely within a single breath.
Does the echo of a galaxy still exist if its echoes return nevermore? Entropy binds, but love—ah, love is the unseen tether that intricately weaves dimensions into transient harmony.
The cosmic symphony plays on, unobserved yet ever playing. A cello's note quivers in the memory of a black hole’s embrace, melancholic and sublime.
A traveler sees these fragments, not galaxies, but the embers of a thought. They ponder a journey through voids of perception, where each star encapsulates the essence of becoming.