In the silence between stars, a whisper echoes—a gentle testament of time. Here, in the void, the tales of the earth unfold. We are the curtain drawn aside, revealing a life known through quiet observation, the recollection of the moonlit truth.
A child plants a garden, not for the blooms but for the promise of tomorrow. In every seed, she sees a venture, a possibility wrapped in soil and dew. The stars watch, holding their breath, for the creation of life mirrors their own distant dance.
Silence, your companion, speaks volumes as storms rise and fall over the horizon. Untroubled by time’s steady march, the cosmos records your journey—the small victories and tender losses reflected in its endlessness.