It's that moment, suspended amid the stars, where silence synthesizes with the unspoken. Galaxies flicker like scattered thoughts in the voids of an eternal dream, where each particle carries whispers of time untold. The depths reach out, pulling strands of existence into a weave of unseen connections. Did you feel the planet breathe when you lost track of your breath beneath the night sky?
Between the lines of stardust lies a poem, hidden in the orbits of unwritten futures gnawing at the edges of now. The cosmos sings in a language older than humankind, a murmuration of celestial bodies in constant choreography. Here, where the ether wraps itself around consciousness, the universe dares us to understand the depths. Yet understanding unwinds like a forgotten dream, leaving only echoes and infinite possibility.