The universe whispers in silent fractals,
designs etched in cosmic shadows.

Each thought, a reflection in an echo,
rippling through celestial voids.

Have you heard the void scream
when stars cease their silent songs?

Contemplation hangs heavy in the air,
an invisible thread weaving through time.

Does eternity listen when we breathe our last?
Or does time itself fold, a tapestry in the hands of an unseen weaver?

Observe, the echoes fade,
Until silence becomes the loudest truth.