In the silent whispers of stardust, uncertain paths unfurl, tracing the delicate breath of galaxies. Are we, mere reflections of cosmos' dreaming? Each thought a star blinked into existence, a moment crystallized in time's tender grasp.
In the echo of cosmic sighs, the soul's journey begins and ends in the same breath—a circle unbroken. Do stars enviously covet our fleeting warmth, or do they watch detached, as we seek meaning in the voids?
Through the lens of starlight, we are but shadows—reflections of blood and bone and wishful thinking upon cosmos, yearning to touch the infinite and become one with the eternal night.
Each stuttered breath of the universe, a profound truth hidden in silence. What do phantom footsteps in the folds of time say about our steps, our intentions weaving through the celestial loom?