Within the depth of the cosmos, a nebula ponders; an ethereal cloud expanding and contracting with the whispers of time.
Residual thoughts like cosmic dust settle between stars, holding fragments of universal secrets.
We are but echoes of our origins. The nebula, vibrant yet unseen, cradles the birth of galaxies and the demise of celestial bodies.
Each speck, each particle is a remnant of past luminescence, invisible yet deeply influential.
The unseen cosmos reflects the unseen within. Thoughts traverse dimensions like photons bending around gravity wells,
illuminating the complexity of existence itself.
In this expanse, silence speaks louder than any sound, resonating through the corridors of infinity.
Do you hear the silence singing its ancient song?