Somewhere between the whispers of the universe and the silence of the void, there exists a realm where thoughts drift like forgotten comets. In this galaxy, every star is a reflection of untold stories, illuminating the dark canvas with memories that flicker and fade.
As we journey through these celestial echoes, we find that time, much like the cosmos, is vast and endless. In its margins, we scribble our own constellations—doodles of dreams and shadows of hopes, etched upon the night sky of our minds.
What do the stars murmur when we are not listening? Perhaps they sing a lullaby of a thousand yesterdays, or the soft sigh of a distant tomorrow. Each twinkle, a note; each galaxy, a symphony.
And as we gaze upward, we wonder, are we mere stardust, or are we the universe made aware of itself? Explore further into this cosmic introspection, or wander through the echoes of time.