The stars, they turn above us, incessantly, almost in secret. Do you hear their whispers? Each moment, a silent rhythm, a hush that shrouds their movements.
There's an echo in their revolutions, a melody unspoken. Yet, in its silence, it sings louder than any song. Can you feel it? The stars, they dance.
Dancing, the stars, above our heads, unseen. Unheard. Yet we know their steps, their silent choreography, as if they mirror our own heartbeats.
The cosmos hums a tune we can never sing, a tempo we can never match. Yet we try, don't we? Underneath the vastness, we sway to the ancient rhythm.
And in this sway, we find our solace. The stars, in their silent dance, become our partners, guiding us through the darkness with their hidden light. A cosmic ballet.
Echoes in the Void