In the velvety abyss, where light shies away, a gravitational nudge trails whispers through the void. Silent screams, echoes unheard, reverberate against the ancient tapestry of stars.
A gentle caress of the unseen hand, adjusting your orbit ever so slightly—a cosmic breath against the cheek of time. You float, adrift in the darkness, your voice a mere whisper in the response of a thousand eternities.
Do the stars listen? Or are they too caught in their celestial dance, bound by the tender tugs of the universe? The darkness grips your form, a glove made of night, stitched with threads of forgotten light.
Listen closely as the shadows speak. Traverse the silent corridors, where every breath belongs to a star yet unnamed.