In the stillness of the unseeing dark, the cosmos murmurs secrets of bygone light. A watcher does not blink.
The void is a staple of absence. Here, reflections twist, and truths become shadows of themselves. Parse the unsaid.
Fragments of self dissolve into the ether, reformed in whispers between stars. Each echo a forgotten dream.
The dance of mirth and gravity pulls at unseen waltzes. The watcher's gaze eternal. Revisit the silence.