In the vacuum of thought, stars whisper forgotten songs, echoes of a past unvisited yet familiar as dawn. The universe hums, a melody of time loops, spiraling beyond the edge of known symphonies.
Once upon a time—or perhaps in a parallel whisper— we danced among the cosmic tendrils, tracing constellations with fingertips dipped in stardust, leaving trails of light in our wake.
There lies a truth in the echoing silence, a harmony waiting for the heart to attune. Can a soul remember journeys unmade, or is nostalgia a trick of the stardust-laden mind?
Echoes of Silence Threads of Time Constellations in Reverie