Whispers of Infinity
Echoes from the Past
The universe's breath assembles itself within unseen angles, where stardust whispers settle on dormant words.
Imagine the echoes — a chorus from the lattice of forgotten stars, drawing patterns across the universe's canvas.
In the eternal void, silence folds upon itself, layers of darkness illuminated only by distant memories blazing like the silenced sun.
When you play the cosmic drum, only those of celestial dust understand the rhythm.
How many lie in the echoes, waiting? Not in graves, but in forgotten alignments, pauses that history chooses to remember or disregard.
Paths untrodden, stories unspoken, an unfinished symphony linger in the gusts of cosmic breath.
Awaken phrases lost among galaxies' woven fibers, and search for signs in the unformed masses of astral projections. The past sings,
bearer of truth or voice of myth, seeking harmony in the chaos of cosmic creation.