In the quiet interlude of existence, wonder how the stars sleep when daylight forbids their dance.
Close your eyes and see, for reality is but a myriad of perceptions, pieced together like a patchwork dreamer weaving the dawn.
Does time tarry for those dreams, or is it but a waiting shadow, casting stories in forgotten corners?
When was the last whisper that echoed in your silent contemplation? Perhaps it was the wind, or the sigh of a tree ages in one breath.
Wander and wonder through dialogues of places unexplored, echoes holding secrets too profound for words.
Wrap around this moment and construe the nebulae stretching beyond and above, unfold it in your heart.