In the quiet void, where cosmic whispers intertwine, there lies the essence of silence. The stars, distant and indifferent, echo tales untold, yet their voices remain an unbroken void.
Every shimmer is a memory of the universe's breath, lingering in the ether. What do they observe, these ancient orbs? What truths do they guard in their silent vigil?
Imagine a hand reaching for the stars, finding not warmth, but the cold brush of absence. A phantom limb, a longing for belonging in a realm of infinite night.
And so, we ask: Is silence the absence of sound, or is it the presence of something deeper, more profound?
Explore the echoes: Reflections in the Cosmic Sea
Discover more stars: Nebula of Forgotten Dreams