Swirling stardust whispered serenades, as the void unraveled its secrets. Each monolithic thought spiraled, leaving behind traces of soft luminescence. In the cradle of nothingness, echoes of ancient harmonies danced around an eternal point.
The tapestry of cosmos, woven in threads of time and twilight, murmured stories in the language of silence. Ghosts of forgotten nebulae played marionettes with cosmic strings, painting the abyss with vibrant dreams.