In the realm of silence, gravity whispers,
each cadence a gentle pull, drawing inward.
What is this force, unseen yet felt?
The weight of existence lingers,
softening the edges of solitude.
Consider the quiet dance of the celestial.
Planets circled in a tender embrace,
bound by a tapestry woven from invisible threads.
Gravity does not merely draw us down; it cradles.
With every heartbeat, it reminds us
that we are not alone in this fabric of being.