Pulse of the Stars

The stars breathe, silently counting the moments in rhythm with the heartbeat of the universe.

Lost in their luminous gaze, a whisper navigates the void, clarifying the obscured essence.

A comet's reflection, a transitory wink, an eternal stretch of stillness.

The pulse reverberates, a cosmic echo—the whistling wind of galaxies unmapped.

“We are but echoes of stardust, the whispers of cosmic dreams.”

Veer off to another cosmic sigh, where the universe exhales.

Legacies of light held in ancient whispers, known only to the celestial.

Made observations not yet calculated? Whisper them here.

Glimmers of Thought