In the hushed silence between galaxies, one might contemplate:
Do the stars whisper forgotten wisdom, echoes of life that once thrummed
rhythm in the cosmos? Each twinkle, a potential message, lost to
time's relentless flow, a reminder of the stars' enigmatic dance
around black voids.
As we gaze upon these ancient beacons, does their light serve as a
mirror—reflecting our desires, fears, and the eternity waiting
beyond mortality?
Perhaps in another universe, our voices synchronize with their
own, singing the same song of existence and oblivion. What truth
does the light reveal when it touches the soul, skirting the
edges of reality?