When the universe whispers softly, like an echo in a forgotten corridor, one often finds solace in the embrace of mysteries half-understood.
A fragmented mirror floats within the mind, each piece holding a different scenario, a different 'what if.'
The sky above bends and ripples as thoughts meander through the wilderness of forgotten stars.
Time here is neither linear nor cyclical but a web of moments caught in an eternal drift.
Choices unmade haunt gently like shadows of whispers past, tracing the contours of a soul unsure but curious.
What do the walls of the cosmos dream when we are too small to perceive their vastness?
Beyond the edge of knowing, a realm of curiosities waits, undisturbed and serene.
Explore nebula's hymn or perhaps take a momentary voyage into a phantom's memory.