From a star, far removed from yesterday's dawn:
"Do stars ever ponder the stories of the dust, following their orbs as they rotate through epochs of solitude?"
The hum of temporal vibrations:
"Time is a river, and every stone has a voice that will not be heard until its current passes." — Echo, unheard
A whisper through cosmic winds:
"The peace of an event horizon, where all seeks tranquility before the infinite." – Occurrence, as faint as a sigh