Enter the Whispering Void
Echoes Remain
And then, she gazed upon the stars,
their twinkling whispers in the night
silent interludes that breathe life
into the shadows of waking dreams.
A world spins beneath the invisible
tapestry of constellations forgotten.
Every orbit a memory, every pause
a heartbeat echoing solitude.
The film flickers, scenes of silent actors
paused in ponderance, the universe
their only audience, stars bearing
witness to the ebb and flow of time.
"Would you fly with me?" she whispered,
her voice a gentle breeze among
the static of cosmic tales untold.
The stars blinked, perhaps in consent.