On the shores of an unseen universe, where the tides speak a language beyond known tongues, the margins are as vast as the sea. Each grain of sand a story unspoken, each ripple a whisper of distance.
A solitary footprint in an alien expanse—who walks here? Who dares disturb the quietude of the cosmos, the tranquility of stars unmeasured?
Between stars, between thoughts, the cosmic margins drift like phantoms in the night. To traverse them is to journey through the uncharted paths of the mind itself, where the only map is the wandering soul.
In every pause, in every silence, lies the potential of worlds unseen. Margins stretch beyond comprehension, an abyss of possibilities.