In the nascent glow of the cosmic dawn, where the fabric of silence weaves tender narratives, there lies a breath—a whisper carrying the scent of stars ignited in the heart of the void.
The universe unfurls its velvet tapestry, embroidered with ancient celestial dreams, each thread a symphony of galaxies serenading the ephemeral flickers of mortal souls.
Beneath the radiant arch of infinity, we dance—a cosmic waltz upon the precipice of galaxies, held in gravity's gentle embrace, our hearts echoing the stardust's timeless song.