In the stillness of cosmic breaths, woven among the threads of forgotten thoughts, where silence is solace and eternity dances silently, stories unfold. Each star, a whisperer in the void, casts tales out of its ancient heart.
Between those punctuations of time, there lies wisdom that glides like a comet across the blank skies, unnoticed by eyes too grounded to the whispering earth. But, where do they travel, messengers unnoticed by the anchors of knowing?
Float, oh thoughts, disengage from the tethered minds, to where darkness is not absence but a canvas of endless possibilities. Venture, relentless and free, into the fabric of nothingness, and there find your mirror, reflective in the luminous silence.
Once, whispers of dreams caressed the flesh of forgotten galaxies, where light bespoke comfort and shadows held court amid laughter. Now, seeds of chaos sprout subtly beneath the quiet veneer, unseen by watchers limited to their vantage points.