Shadows of ancient galaxies whisper in the depths of consciousness, where forgotten dreams linger, diffusing softly like the glow of stardust caressing the edges of reality's canvas.
What tales are spun in the web of cosmic threads,
weaving the fabric of moments lost in the vastness?
In every heartbeat, a universe is reborn,
echoing the rhythm of all things once known.
Navigate through cosmic narratives,
unfolding in shimmering silence or
illuminated by the pulse of time itself.
Are we not stardust, bound by the glow of existence?