In the silent symphonies of the cosmos, where stars hum their unsung tunes, we find
the echoes of our dreams—interwoven with the fabric of time itself.
Here, amidst the stardust and shadows, we ponder an unheard journey.
The spacecraft of thought traverses realms beyond sight,
cutting through the void not with engines, but silent reflections.
Each breath a solitary star, each whisper an orbit round the soul.
In this boundless fantasy, we dare to listen
to the music that silence plays upon the strings of our imagination.
What symphonies lie hidden in the blackness, awaiting our inward gaze?
What truths, what paradoxes, what revelations R serene within
the echoing silence of interstellar realms?
The journeys untaken weave a tapestry of light and shadow
in the corridors of our mind, an everlasting passage.
It is not the distance that matters,
but the echoes carried by the whispers of our travels.