In the quiet abyss between worlds, where the stars whisper their ancient secrets, there lies a silence profound.
The echoes, once reverberating through the void, have become soft murmurings, like the fading of a dream upon waking.
What wisdom do the stars hold that keep them from speaking plainly? Is silence their language?
Perhaps these echoes are merely reflections of our thoughts, cast into the cosmic night and returning to us altered.
From the silence, we learn that existence itself is an echo; a resonance of presence in the vastness.
When you close your eyes, do you hear the universe listening back, wondering at your dreams?