Thoughts scatter like comets, wandering near the pulse of distant black holes—
In the stillness, narratives fold upon themselves, creating rifts of unmade realities.
Cacophonies unravel; neglected symphonies awake beneath the celestial tide.
Beneath the pallor of forgotten dreams lie echoes of an interstellar heartbeat—
Can you taste the silence of stars collapsing? A requiem? No, a rise!