In this eternal void, silence wraps its arms around the forgotten. Stellar echoes sway like fragile blossoms on the edge of dark. Strings of light dance, prancing through the gaps of unwritten histories. Here lies a footnote that shatters coherence - perhaps a dream?
Pieces alluringly detangled; the stories of comet tails trailbrush words cocooned in velvet voids, mystery drips like slow droplets into a luminous chasm. Sometimes the nothings scream louder than sound.
A voice of thought unfurls cautiously; it lingers just beneath the surface—
"I saw the memory of an unsung star; it gleamed with the rust of a thousand silent hopes."
Scattered letters like celestial dust traverse the breach between existence and essence. Will we find solace in the murmurs of ancestors’ shadows?
Fleeting thoughts marooned; spiraling without birth or serenity; each one is a reverie masking its borders. Let’s drift into philosopher puddles and drown.
Alas, these antiquated dreams leave relics behind—nonsensical gazes and unmapped territories of thought, a scuttling whim—an ephemeral ounce of existence before the vast further.
Join the silence and bravely venture to plunge into what was never seen—credits placed upon the unseen; grasp the footnotes perished beneath cosmic silence.