Whispers from the Cosmic Abyss

In the gloom, a muted frequency emerged, vibrations of dreams etched in the dust of stars. At the horizon, time hesitated.

Echoes of Tomorrow

Patterns spiraled across the celestial canvas, a dance of photons weaving unseen tales.

Photon Dance

Listen closely: the silence has a song, swirling between the realms of might-have-been and next-to-come.

The Silent Song