The cosmos breathes in silent echoes, weaving tales of old constellations. Within the depths of space, whispers carry the weight of untold souls, floating like ether-bound dreams.
Do you see the nebula, the cradle of twilight shadows? They hold the stars’ lost whispers, murmuring of forgotten realms and the dance of light across endless voids. Glimmers of existence, tethered to remnants of the past, seek out their kin among the celestial canvases.
Amidst the swirling gases and cosmic symphonies, one might find the echoes of a voice long vanished, calling from the folds of interstellar bliss. It is here, in the embrace of the universe’s secret dawns, that souls find their eternal reflection.