Beyond the aqueous veils of average thoughts, lies the unthinkable galaxyGC57.
Stars whisper in tongues unheard, unraveling mysteries of being and nothingness.
The cosmos sings,
wrote one against the silent pastel curtains of the ancient void.
Time flows uneasily within the petal folds of blurred infinities, where light forgets its travel.
In the end, do endings meet beginnings? Or does the dance step ever beyond the edge of time?
A question slips silently, through the fingers of fate's ever grasping hands...
Entropy grins terraform-wise at hybrid constellations made of dust and dreams.
Threads once thought solid dissolve into ether without cries,
and still the quiet universe yawns its ethereal yawn...