In the vastness of an indifferent cosmos, amidst the silent symphony of the stars, we find ourselves whispering into the void and hoping for an echo. Our stories, like constellations, connect the seemingly unconnected.
Have we, in our quest for meaning, forgotten the simple beauty of a shared silence? Here, among the celestial bodies, we might rediscover the profound peace of being alone together, without the need for words.
The radio signals hum with static, a reminder of what was once thought to be the voice of another. But perhaps the real voice is here, in the gentle sway of stars, in the quiet tapestry they weave across the night sky.
Contemplate the journey, the one that stretches not through distance but through understanding. In the cosmos, every thought is a star, every dream a galaxy.