My thoughts drift, floating like forgotten melodies in the expanse of ether. Was there a world waiting, patiently where time holds no meaning and everything unsaid gathers like ghostly silhouettes at dawn?

Once, I tasted stars—a quintessence of light and ancient sighs, orbits in a whispering dance, etched into the fabric of an unraveling dream. There are shadows here, not of things lost, but perhaps of things never known.

Beneath the sunless skies, where darkness breathes with the rhythm of untold stories, I seek solace in the echoes of forgotten futures. It's a tapestry woven from cosmic whimsy.

Recall the nebulous feast, the grand banquet of particles celebrating existence in their unseen realms. Invitations danced on beams of light sent from the edges of time, asking for none yet spreading joy across the vacuum.

And then, the clock ticks, not with seconds but with the pulse of galaxies. Eclipse of thought... Play among the stars.