In the heart of the void, where silence weaves the fabric of eternity,
a beacon flickers—a harbor light amidst cosmic whispers.
"Do stars dream in colors unseen by the blindfold of the sun?"
Beyond the reach of time's gentle hands,
nebulas dance in quantum symphony, entangled in a waltz of forgotten echoes.
"Words are but stardust, scattered across the canvas of thought."
The light guides the lost sailors of language,
steering through the dark waters of meaning,
illuminating shores where poetry meets the horizon of science.
"Is every sentence a galaxy, spiraling into the infinity of understanding?"