Deep within the velvet void, stars hum—a melody of untold epochs. They murmur in an ancient tongue, a language woven from cosmic dust and whispered dreams.
Through the silent ether, you hear them, an echo in your mind alone. Fragments of truth, glistening like dew on the edge of oblivion:
...We are the children of supernovae, cradled in the laps of dying suns...
Beyond the tangible, where light bends and reality frays, you see them: wings of light stretching across eternity, veils of golden thread stitching together whole universes.
Your thoughts, too, are whispers of stars, scattered light in cosmic pathways. Listen as the void hums its secret requiem...