The stars remember. Though they are silent, drifting in their eternal dance, they hold the stories of time within their fiery cores. When the universe exhales quietly in the space between breaths, it narrates a tale woven with the threads of forgotten epochs.
Here, in the vast canvas of dark velvet, every flicker of light is a note in a melody that plays across the expanse of infinity. A memory traced in crimson hues, written by the silence that witnesses all.
Listen closely, and you might hear the whisper of a comet's path, or the sigh of a nebula expanding its dreams. Silence speaks in tones so gentle, yet so profound, that even time pauses to absorb the gravity of its words.