The stars whisper secrets to the silent void,
echoes lost in the labyrinth of space,
where galaxies spin tales of ancient suns,
flickering, fading,
through infinite corridors of light.
Shadows of asteroids dance in the quiet,
tracing paths through cosmic dust,
while whispers of long-buried comets
trail behind in spectral arcs,
singing songs of forgotten worlds.
Do you hear them? The sighs of stellar winds,
weaving through nebulae like threads in an endless loom,
crafting tapestries of time
lost to the echoes,
whispered into the void's ear,
soft, serene, unresolved.
Follow the echoes,
their tunes etched on cosmic glass,
their melodies lost in the maze,
of space, of time,
or perhaps only in the silence
you carry within.