In the silence of the vastness, a gentle murmur — the breath of galaxies exhaling ancient tales. Each echo a fragment of time, unspooling into eternity.
Do you hear them? The echoes that loop through the corridors of space, bouncing off the untouchable walls of reality. Their resonance is a song of longing.
Here, in this ephemeral moment, we are but specks, held together by dreams and reflections of a universe woven in mystery. Listen closely; perhaps a whisper will call your name.
We are wanderers, collecting fragments of voices, like stars we gather, stories scattered across the infinite sky.