In the vast ballroom of the unoccupied mind, echoes of the void begin their waltz. Spinning in tandem with the elegances of forgotten shadows, each step reverberates through the silent corridors of imagination. Here, time unravels, weaving tapestries of luminous, ephemeral dreams.
Picture the margins of the cosmic notebook: doodles of galaxies scribbled with stars, and sentences curling into spirals. The ink of the universe spills, forming constellations of simple thoughts and complex emotions.
Take heed as comets dance, their tails brushing against the parchment of the night; they leave messages in a language of shimmering dust. To decipher, one must only listen to the whispers of the celestial waltz.