Out there, where silence sings, the stars wander with hearts made of gas and light. Everlasting, yet ephemeral, they hold secrets untold, drifting through the cosmic sea.
You ask me about their stories, but who here has the tongue of the cosmos? They whisper not in words, but in beats and echoes, a language older than time itself.
Perhaps, as you lay under the vast unknown, you understand. Feel the rhythm of your own heart align with theirs. Silent Echoes beckons you, doesn't it?
Sometimes, it takes a triangle to find balance among the orbs of fire.
The universe, ever a good listener, holds invisible trails to follow. Your feet may not leave prints, but your thoughts will certainly tread softly among the stars.
And as we gaze into the void, one can't help but feel like a wanderer too. Heart in sync with the universe's gentle hum.