In the twilight of drifting echoes, where cosmos breathes through silver shadows, a silent echo speaks. An infinite tapestry of galaxies murmured into silhouettes, aligning the constellations of forgotten dreams. Here, cosmic dust settles upon the words left unspoken, weaving patterns upon the fabric of starry night.
The universe unfolds like a solemn dance, as nebulae unfurl in slow-motion, cradling the nebulous whispers in their embrace. A transient moment captured in the stillness, where every particle vibrates in harmonious solitude, every silence is a note in the cosmic symphony.
And as the stars fade, one by one, the shadows murmur their secrets to the void, tracing celestial arcs that whisper of eternity.