Beyond the edge of night, where echoes find refuge in the void, there lies a realm untouched by time. Here, the winds do not whisper—they sing the songs forgotten by the stars. It is in this space between breaths that the universe shares its secrets with those who dare to listen.
The winds carry stories woven from the silken strands of cosmic silence, tales of long-lost constellations that once danced in the embrace of celestial harmony. Each gust is a memory, a remnant of ancient light that traveled eons to find solace in the quietude between worlds.
These winds, gentle yet profound, speak in the tongue of starlit dreams. They murmur of wanderers adrift on cosmic seas, their vessels cradled by the hands of gravity and fate. The whispers are reflections of souls entwined with the fabric of the universe, seeking understanding in the spaces left undefined.
To hear the winds is to understand the language of the stars—a dialect written in the silence that bridges the gaps between galaxies. It is a language of longing and belonging, of finding one’s place in the vastness, not through light, but through the gentle caress of the unknown.