Whisper, echo, or sigh?
the emptiness hums a symphony, a constellation of notes threaded through nebulae, galaxies spiraling to the rhythm of silence.

Do the stars cry rivers?
crystalline tears falling through the void, carving astral pathways through time, light mingling with solitude, yearning to be touched.

What secrets does the void hold?
ancient chants of stardust, weaving the fabric of dreams, where black holes breathe like slumbering giants.

Does the cosmos feel?
a heartbeat beneath cosmic crusts, rhythmic pulsations of the universe, every supernova a profound exhalation.

How far does memory travel?
tracing the invisible footprints of forgotten quasars, echoes trapped in loops of spacetime, curling around themselves in embrace.