In the spaces between the stars, they speak in tongues unknown,
echoes of forgotten dimensions, murmurs carried on cosmic winds.
Conversations woven with quantum threads, unraveling at the edges
of every whisper, leaving trails of luminous dust in the void.
Are we part of this weave, a stitch in the galactic fabric?
Or mere observers, tracing patterns in the dark with trembling fingers?
Enter a room with walls of light, ceilings that kiss the horizon,
and the floors etched with lines not seen but felt, beneath the soul's
wandering feet. The room knows your name, though you forgot it ages ago.
It whispers secrets only stars should keep, a language of silence
reverberating in unseen wavelengths. You dance to its rhythm,
steps echoing like the heartbeat of a distant world.