Floating on stardust seas, an old clock ticks in reverse. Each tick a fragment of eternity unraveling, woven into a spiraling dance of silence.
The universe breathes in softly spoken secrets; whispers brushing against the veils of reality, refracting light through the soul's prism.
A distant star hums a rhythmic lore, painting shadows of constellations on the heart of wanderers adrift in dreams.
In the vastness, we gaze upon our reflections scattered across nebulous skies, wondering where the echo finds its home.
Do we dance upon celestial tides, or do they cradle us as we choose to drift? Questions ripple through the ether like rings upon cosmic ponds.
Each answer, a transient gust of solar wind, slipping silently through the corridors of time.