Only in the silence of the void do the stars hum their forgotten lullabies. Perhaps, it is there we find the hidden cadence of existence — echoes of a universe yearning for more than its infinite stillness. Does light remember the voice of gravity, pulling it into celestial choreography?
In the spiral arms of galaxies, we discover reflections of ourselves, fractal truths hidden within eachNova's explosion — a reminder that all creation is bound by a rhythm, an ancient heartbeat that resonates in the dark.
As we peer into the void, seeking answers with eyes wide open, perhaps the universe speaks in metaphors, its stories inscribed in the fabric of spacetime, waiting for a listener attuned to the secret rhythm.