Murmurs of Distant Stars

In the vast emptiness, we are but echoes, reverberating in tunnels of time unwritten. There, amidst the cold embrace of the void, forgotten dreams linger, like whispers of a once-vibrant past.

Do the stars speak of us? Or do they weave silent tapestries of light, indifferent to the whispers of shadowed souls? The constellations murmur, in cryptic tongues, stories of worlds untouched by the passage of time.

Your footsteps fade into the ether, a breadcrumb trail leading into the unknown. And yet, in the distance, the stars hum a lullaby, weaving threads of dreams into the very fabric of the night.