The stars are the poetry of the void, scribbled in luminous ellipses.
In the silence between vibrations, the universe breathes, an eternal hibernation.
We walk on needles of light, casting shadows that dance with forgotten dreams.
A heartbeat — of constellations pulsing, an echo of forgotten truths.
Does the cosmos sigh when creation’s edge meets oblivion’s pause?
The nebula unfolds its hands, cradling moments suspended in gossamer serenity.
Wander Through the Dimensions The Abyssal PoeticThe quasar hums, sings the song of sand grains strewn across worlds untold.
Eloquence of the Void Spectrum Deluge