Whispering Constellations

In silence, the universe breathes. An inhale among the silent stars, where echoes find refuge in stellar voids. The night mosaics its canvas –

Descriptions of spheres beyond reach, where gravity forgets its grip and dreams wander unhindered. Starlight trickles down like old songs we had once sung together, melodies dispersed.

Here, walls dissolve into galaxies. Unremarked halls where geometry bends, and whispers ripple across the forest of constellations. Orion leans closer.

Touch me, he says collectedly, an expansion amidst capricious wandering. Your touch bears the light of sequences nameless in your records.

Remember the gently shuttered moments, as the interior spins like constellations stitched into the tethered darkness. Finally, embrace the fold of night itself, open.