Beyond the threshold, a whispering void, there rests a constellation of voices
woven in the fabric of dimensions uncharted, forgotten in the echoes of lightyear's past.
Each star, a word, a trembling note, in a celestial symphony unheard by mortal ears.
The correspondence lingers, unfathomable,
Across the intergalactic abyss, seeking seekers.
Where lie the echoes of our whispers unto the stars?
They float like dreams, tethered by threads of starlight.
Eavesdrop on the silence,
As galaxies spin stories untold,
In the shadows of cosmic ballet.
Venture, voyager, towards the luminous forever,
Follow the stardust trail.