The stars blinked sporadically, as if in discordant accord, their light hushed, swallowed by an endless vacuum. In this twilight embrace, words whispered between comets and shadow, forming intangibles, veiled in dark velvet skies.
Beyond the mere canvas of constellations lay a riddle, ancient as time itself. Was there birth in these silences, or a death known only to the cosmic void? A lone meteor, its tail a ghostly plume, pondered the question as it coursed through forgotten realms.
The ponderous question hung in the ether, suspended by gravitational truths and existential musings. Here, the galaxies breathed slowly, their celestial rustle a melody only audible to ghostly travelers.
A supernova’s fleeting brilliance illuminated the parchment of the universe, inscribing a fleeting answer in radiant silence.