Between the boundless galaxies, where light seldom stretches its arms, lies a canvas untouched by the haste of time. Here, the colors resonate in a language of their own, softly narrating tales of the silence between stars. The cosmic silence holds secrets known only to those who dare to listen without the need for sound.
Each block of shade is a chapter in the story of space—ether wrapped around the echoes of silent stars. The first, a deep twilight blue, breathes like the ocean's embrace of the horizon. The second, a shadowy grey, gathers the collected whispers of the universe in its arms. Lastly, the celestial ivory echoes the quiet brilliance of distant suns yet to be known.
These are the foundational colors of the cosmic palette. They scheme silently, not against each other, but within a collaborative harmony of existence. No brush can paint them, no artist can claim their ownership; they belong to the cosmos and to the profound silence in which it breathes.