One time, an empty whisper sat beside a star.
It heard the sparkle of stars in quiet colors, hidden whispers of ancient mysteries.
The moon said, "Hello, moonbeam's friend!" but did not move like others.
It was still like stories told to kittens nestled in blankets, providing warmth through secret echoes.
Links were made, trails drawn through cosmic scribbles:
Beyond, in silence places as big as small dreams, the night held a story.
Play with star silence; resultant giggling echoes stand, making up.