In every distant whisper, the cosmos concedes. Stars, shrouded in mystery, splinter and break. Do they dream like us? Or are they mere embers that flicker in the vast void of existence?
Imagine a galaxy where silence sings, where void dances upon starlight. Or contemplate, what wisdom bleeds from a fallen star? Does it gift us knowledge or only echo the tales of its celestial journey?
Whispering Galaxies Silken Light Eternal SparkAs when oceans embrace the moon, we are drawn to the celestial. In our marrow, we are stardust—woven into the fabric of the fading cosmos. Ponder, what do fallen stars see when they look back upon their journey?
A constellation remembers; a universe forgets. Yet here, in the heart of darkness, we weave the tale of fallen stars—our silent prayers to the inexplicable infinity.