Wandering stardust, the echoes of forgotten galaxies linger.
Do you hear the murmur of space as it inhales, breath by breath?
A void so loud, silently shouting cosmic truths.
Infinity rests in each silent spark,
weaving stories through the tapestry of time.
Celestial voyagers drift,
tracing paths on the breath of the eternal night.
Let the whispers guide you, wanderer.
Seek the echoes in the deep,
And find solace in their cosmic embrace.