In the cosmic dance of shadows, the universe whispers secrets of the forgotten. Stars murmur amongst themselves, threaded whispers woven into the dark ether. Nebulae stretch their gossamer arms, seeking bounds unseen, unattainable. The quantum realm shivers, its limits trembling under a celestial serenade, gothic and unyielding.
Silently, the universe embraces its own paradox, composed of voids with no end. Stretch further, it beckons. Yet, in that stretch, find echoes of a past unrecorded, a future unwritten. Detached, the cosmos spins, detached, and aloof, watching time unravel its tapestry through an otherworldly lens.
Perhaps, in the stretch, there lies a truth buried deep within starry abysses. Perhaps, a longing, a tether, severed and reformed among the dark matter. The question remains, unanswered: Will the nebulae find what they seek?