Vastness overwhelming—an endless stretch of ink blue canvas punctuated
by the scintillating diamonds.
Does a star ever truly sleep, its eyelid burning,
quantum flickers whispering secrets of eons forgotten?
Every twinkle, a heartbeat of the universe—a pulse felt across the cosmic web.
Light bends and sways, a celestial ballroom gliding in the silent depths,
conducting melodies only the soul can hear.
Stars dance, though static in their spheres, they are not sedentary,
they waltz invisibly and freely through dimensions unseen.
Where do they go? Do they choose their partners in a cosmic embrace?
An echo of existence rings between the void and presence,
every galaxy a note in the universal symphony.
We are but cosmic dust, yet entwined in the wonder of the infinite,
our consciousness a mere reflection of stardust intertwined.
Threads of quarks and leptons weave invisible pathways,
dancing across the continuum, binding time to the rhythm of eternity.
And in this dance, are we separate, or one with the pulse...