Between the breaths of the galaxies, the silence speaks in riddles.
Silence strung like a cosmic harbinger: "I am not here yet, already felt; neither void nor echo. What am I?"
Listen closely, beyond the silence; weave the unseen threads.
A tapestry of stars murmurs through the night; strings whisper tales of the universe untold. A keychain of realities spun across dimensions. In the gap between heartbeats, spin the secret.