Whispering Winds

Across the void, a soft murmur travels, a celestial echo that has no beginning and no end.

It speaks of stars that were once burning embers, now just memories adrift in the vastness.

Each whisper is a story, each breeze a passage through time's endless corridors.

We are but voyagers on the winds of eternity, seeking the constellations of our dreams.

The cosmos listens in silence, a guardian to our fleeting existence.

As we gaze upwards, we find solace in the unknown, reflected in the starlit skies.