The universe murmurs, gentle echoes bouncing off the fabric of nothingness. Listen—can you hear the whistles of the cosmic wind weaving tales?
Once, I met a traveler whose star sang in hues of cyan and violet. They spoke of galaxies old as dreams, drifting like whispers cast adrift in a boundless sea.
Their eyes held the mystery of forgotten paths, and I too wished to wander, beneath the glow of celestial embers.
Follow the whispers or perhaps, listen to the quiet echo that stirs your soul.