Echoes of the unformed, drifting among the tranquil chaos. The cosmos breathes in hesitations and exhales stars, leaving trails of luminescence in its wake. A silhouette wanders, questioning the nature of the opaque silence. Perhaps deep beneath the surface, or within crystalline realms, lie answers concealed by the void's solemn embrace.
Here, time unravels, each moment a tapestry woven with threads of what was and what ceaselessly might be. Shadows dance, their forms stretching into nonsensical dimensions, inviting the curious to glimpse their intricate stories. The cosmos, a sentinel of forgotten laughter and whispers.