When the whispers unveil the secrets of the cosmos, do you hear the fading echoes of eternity? They linger like shadows cast by dreams that never wake. Silhouettes dance at the edge of oblivion, flickering in the periphery of our thoughts, where time stretches thin like a delicate veil. I wonder, as I drift through this incessant hum of forgotten voices, what truths lie beneath the silence? Do you see them? Those figures, ethereal and pale, merging with the darkness of a universe that yawns wide and wild.

The edges blur, dissolve into a haze of midnight blue, and I feel myself drawn to the brink, tethered only by the faintest whisper of reason. Here, at the portal of all things known and unknown, the boundaries of being flicker like distant stars, fading one by one, until only the silhouettes remain. Can you hear them calling? A chorus of the lost and the longing, caught in a waltz with oblivion.