Whispers Across the Void
The galaxy murmurs softly, softly, softly. In the spaces between breaths, whispers float like cosmic debris caught in the moon's glow. Listen closely, listen endlessly, listen as time folds around you, wrapping in spirals, in whispers, in mysteries. The stars blink rhythmically, perhaps an ancient code, perhaps a lullaby.
Do you hear them? The whispers, the murmurs, the echoes of eons past. The quantum dance of particles, the symphony of silence, the hypnotic repetitions of eternity's heartbeat. Close your eyes and float, float, float into the nebulae of thought.