Within the void where stars pulse their final breaths, does truth find solace?
The universe speaks in orbits and whispers secrets in the silent collision of worlds. Is existence merely the dance of particles? A consciousness forged from supernova debris.
How far, how deep, how inevitable—
When one journeys through the corridors of the cosmos, do we follow paths written in gravitational scripts, or do we carve our way through stardust with the intent of our thoughts?
Imagine the heavens as a mirror, reflecting a self never met. Does it hold answers, or more questions?
Travelers we are, on a ship adrift in the celestial tide, unfathomable and unseen. Do we leave footprints on distant shores or simply echoes in the cosmic sea?
And tomorrow, when we pass through the final veil, will time remember our odyssey?