In the silence between waves, a voice like remnants of distant stardust lingers. Each word, // Footsteps on an alien shore, pondering, questioning, existing... phantom steps tracing the unknown paths. Are they ours or mere shadows of another’s musings?
As the cosmos expands its eternal canvas, we find ourselves painting thoughts with stardust and echoes. Where does reality blend with reverie? In the depths of our being, perhaps, or in the celestial symphony above.
Can you hear them? listen closely... footsteps on the silent beach, each imprint an inquiry into the universe's vastness. Do they long for something lost, or seek what has never been?
In these hidden whispers, lies a truth veiled by the illusions of time and space. An interstellar journey, not through the stars, but through the soul's intricacies.