In the silence between stars, whispers the waltz of mirages. Each step a galaxy unfurling, each pause a black hole's breath. Do the cosmos breathe in rhythms known to us, or do they dance to the sound of cosmic silence?
Consider the infinite spaces where thoughts hide like constellations waiting to be named. Here lies the void's canvas, an enigmatic palette of nothingness in which everything is lost and nothing is forgotten.
What are we, if not reflections in the eyes of the void? Each heartbeat an echo, each thought a star in the deep. The dance is eternal, the partners unseen, the melody a memory of what never was.