In the infinite weave,
each thread a silent scream.
Galaxies drift,
ancient echoes in the quantum dark.
Alone, yet among the many,
constellations of forgotten dreams.
Stars blink,
on and off a universal rhythm.
Comets whisper
to the void.
They write tales in light,
fade to nothing,
then rise, reborn.
Black holes are
the universe's
lost thoughts,
swirling in
a desperate embrace.
Wander here,
if you dare.
Celestial Overlook
Void Symphonies