In the vastness beyond comprehension,
each particle harbors tales of a star's birth,
bits of light reflecting outwards,
a soft murmur echoing through the void,
where whispers grow and linger.
Stars form, collapse and reshape into cosmic sand,
suspended within the monument of eternity.
These invisible stories haunt the infinite,
quantum fluctuations here and there,
shaping civilizations of silence,
like galaxies paving their gentle requiem.
A swirling ballet of creation and dissolution,
remnants of ancient cosmic expulsions.
Like a ghost whispering amidst constellations,
the profound loneliness of existence
collides with the festering questions of fate.
Awareness stretches across dimensions,
each breath a weighted ripple.
Look closely, for the fabric of the universe breathes,