In the vast silence, wrapped in echoes, where the voices of stars converge, a whisper lingers...
What is the sound of one mind pondering the universe in the static of eternal twilight? It is an echo, a ripple.
Every thought casts a shadow, a whispering shadow, across the silent expanse. You listen, you breathe, you become.
Do you hear it? The constant hum of consciousness, a static noise, playing notes in frequencies unseen.
Voices, not of this world, speak in riddles and echoes, challenging the fabric of your being. Are they real?
Follow the echoes where sound meets the unseen.
Become the whisper that binds the stars and their silent songs.
In reflection, ponder: if each whisper scribed the stars, what tales would they tell?