The void speaks in echoes of what never was, a symphony of silences lost among the stars' forgotten lullabies.
Stars blink, a fleeting thought in the cosmos' grand tapestry unraveling, threads woven with light and shadow.
Between the breaths of time, whispers fade, echoing through the seams of the universe's endless slumber.
We are but echoes in corridors of dreams unspoken, tracing paths in the dust of forgotten galaxies.
Listen, and you might hear the remnants of light, dancing on the edge of silence, fleeting, ephemeral, eternal.