Sometimes, amidst the drifting clouds of thought, I hear echoes of otherworldly whispers. They tell tales of forgotten realms and unsung galaxies. Each night, I surrender to the Milky Way, yearning to tether my soul to the celestial symphony.

I question whether I am but stardust configured to ponder its own existence. Each heartbeat mimics the rhythms of orbiting planets, passing through space as dreams slip through the grasp of consciousness. In the quietude of my introspection, I sense I am part of a greater verse.