In every expanse, there exists voids; places devoid of presence, absent of time. These cosmic gaps offer a contrast to the vivid tapestry of the universe, revealing a paradoxical richness underpinned by absence. In their depths, memories dissolve, yet from their silence, new dreams are birthed.
The void is not merely empty; it is a stage for what once was and what could be. Like an ethereal canvas, it invites exploration beyond tangible borders, whispering mysteries lost to linear perception. There, the forgotten particles of rememberance sway in an unseen breeze.
Imagine the stars’ hushed lullabies, scattered across the darkened sea of existence, their stories untold, suspended in the balmy ether. Who will recount them? Who will fill these vacuumed epochs with tales spun from the silk of stardust and silence?