[INT. SPACESHIP - NIGHT]
Amidst stars, a violin rests in silent echo. Glimmering strings sing only in the viewer’s heart. The captain, alone, conducts an unseen phalanx.
The screen fades, revealing title cards:
"Fret not the silence, for its music is eternal", followed by another "Our destinies are written in the notes, lost between the stardust."
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[EXT. COSMIC ECOSYSTEM - DAWN]
Planetary whirls, and the shy sun casts an auroral hymn. Silhouettes of musicians: invisible, intangible. Harmony flows as liquid destiny.
A title card floats in, serenely still: "Here, music transcends beyond its visible form."
Mystery envelops the yet-to-be-sung lyrics, unfurled only at the astronaut's dented dreams.
Journey further
[INT. OBSERVATORY - DAY]
Dust in the air dances, a remnant orchestra of time. An all-seeing eye watches, scribes pen anonymous riddles.
Screen persists, revealing words: "We sing because we know not how to remain unheard."
A cosmic tapestry of silence, arranged by hands unseen.
A more secretive verse