In the realm of echoes, the stars collude with the fabric of night, muttering secrets unspoken.
Murmurs float freely in the absence, binding tales that never were—waiting beyond the expanse...
The shadows whisper of dreams, translating the language of the void.
Glance upwards: can you feel the soft thrum of silence resonating through historic cosmic boundaries?
With each blink, the forgotten wonders surround you, as celestial orbs twirl through the forgotten theater of existence.
Drift among these cosmic glimmers, grasping fleeting narratives — and remember, the silence holds everything.