When night envelopes the world, the quasar awakens, guardians of timelines spun into melody. Floating alongside the remnants of forgotten dreams, echoes of lullabies inscribed in the softest dust. Each note a piece of starlit fabric woven by hands unseen, stitched amidst the silence of galaxies.
Shadows grace the boundaries where starlight wanes, inviting reflection, imploring us to dream awake. Glimmering through the darkness, a memory surfaces—a persistent thought of buoyancy, yearning for: a love long extinguished.
Once, we gathered momentum like celestial bodies in waltz, swirling through exhalations of shimmering gold— Those moments echo strange harmonies suspended in void, entwined in obscurity, yet palpable; do you feel it too? Will you visit the voids?
In infinite loop, the dance continues, as a quasar twirls; spirals of refracted light herald the beauty of forgotten vivacity, a crescendo too far yet close enough to grasp. What of the fractals we search?
As I reflect on this cosmic splendor, the lullabies of introspection serenade me—it is there, in the heart of spacetime, that the deepest truths linger, waiting like shadows at dusk, only to dissolve into the vast tapestry woven by fate.