Between star and star, a whisper floats on the silence, It's a breath caught in the weave of night's velvet whisper; Embarking on galaxies unraveled by the curves of time.
The remnants remember, a solitary eye glints atop the horizon's edge, Mirrored in the silence of a void that breathes eternity. Each fragment, a silent witness to the endless dance of increasing silence.
Elsewhere beyond the grasp of earthly notions, A voice, so soft it could be the flutter of an ethereal wing, Echoes the whispers of millions of silences, gliding through the unseen cosmic rivers.