In the silent expanse of nothingness, where whispers of light dance upon the cosmic tide, a question persists...
Do galaxies dream of our oblivion? Do planets weep for their lost sun?
As the universe expands in its timeless sonnet, we find ourselves tethered to ephemeral thoughts, each soul echoing the void.
Perhaps the stars were always meant to be our silent guardians, our celestial guides through an ever-fading twilight.