The stars once murmured to those who dared to listen:
Lessons etched in dust, forgotten words on the tongue of time.
Chapter one of stories lost in the folds of space—a universe unthreaded.
In the beginning was the void's echo, a resonance untouched... by human hands.
Did the ancients ever sing these verses?
Or was it mere chance that scattered these seeds across galaxies?
Each grain a potential world, a cosmic lesson pondered by no one...
except perhaps the dreamers of a distant, unreal night.
Below the surface, the currents flow unseen,
binding the known with the unknown, threads of a tapestry
woven by hands unseen. What is it that binds
these ghostly chapters—these intimacies with the void?
The echo remains, a soft hum;
resonating with the pulse of a forgotten universe.
And in this silence, lessons linger...
perhaps to be learned, perhaps never meant to be.
Journey further: Mirror Reflections, Threads of the Weaver