In the silence that drapes the cosmos, we find ourselves birthed from ashes, breathing starlight. Time trickles like water through fingers, shaping us, reshaping us, until we are mere echoes, resonating with the resonance of forgotten dreams.
A dance of shadows and light unfolds—here, the night swaddles laughter in a myriad of shimmering dust, illuminating thoughts long entangled in the web of existence. Are we the dreamers, or mere reflections in a cosmic mirror?
Let the stars cradle your solitude. Follow the echoes of distant worlds where voids cradle the unuttered dreams of many.
As you trace the constellations with your thoughts, empty your mind to hear what the silence has to say.
Perhaps even the Universe indulges in contemplation, cradled in the matrix of stellar winds that carry whispered lessons...