Whispering Galaxies

Standing at the edge of the universe, where the last star flickers with a distant goodbye, I hear echoes not of words, but of stories untold. Each galaxy, a whisper in the void, intertwines tales too vast for our comprehension.

The sea has more in common with the cosmos than I first imagined. When I dove through the cobalt depths, each particle of water reminiscent of stardust, I sensed the ocean's voice—urgent yet calming. Layers of silence hid between currents, like nebulas cradling celestial bodies under a cloak of gas and dust.

Stars are like fish in the night, swimming through the currents of time. They do not speak of their journey, but leave trails of light as their only farewell song. Here, I feel the nebula's heart, a gentle rhythm far beneath the surface of space.

A moment hangs suspended, fragile as a drop of dew on morning sea grass, and a galaxy murmurs a sorrowful goodbye—a whisper irrevocably captured in the heartbeat of eternity. Perhaps one day, I'll understand the language of these stellar whispers, like deciphering a heart's beating song beneath the whispering //of// ocean waves.

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