Narrated by the silence between stars...
Ever gazed into the velvety dark and wondered if it's all a grand symphony? The in-between moments, where sound melts into silence, is where I linger. It's like eavesdropping on the rustle of ancient whispers.
Here, in the cradle of quiet, the eternal hum of creation plays. Listen closely, and you may catch a star strumming its luminous strings, sending ripples through cosmic threads.
No hurry. The universe has time aplenty. It's content in its own cadence, lending its stories to those patient enough to tune in. You might yet stumble on tales of dreamers who crafted worlds from stardust thoughts.
If you’re up for a longer tale, you might float through starlit corridors where fleeting comets curtain call at the fringes of spacetime.
The quiet ponders your questions; every silence is a pause pregnant with possibility. And in that stillness, echoes the timeless query: is it we who chase the stars, or do they chase us?