The stardust swirls silently in the dark, each speck a memory undone, unburdened by time.
Breath in pauses, coherence breaks—are you lost yet?
A flicker lingers on the edge, is it a star, or just a distant illusion of sanity?
Thoughts mingle among galaxies, where the echoed whispers of the void sing sweetly.
Lose yourself completely in their symphony.
Endings are nothing more than threads frayed in the cosmos' tapestry, weaving ripples through
the echoes of an endless night. Somewhere a shadow softly breathes, leaves rustling—a ghost of
you suspended within momentary eternity.
Nothing aches where silence prevails, though thoughts drip like...
Shattered reflections scattered across an endless void, they remember a time
when solid ground formed beneath their ephemeral flight. Yet here they
dance with reckless abandon, echoing past their own fading silhouettes.
Another veil? Another riddle?
The final star blinks, a fragile heartbeat sustaining the last breath of light
before darkness reclaims its kingdom. But perhaps, just perhaps, there's magic
in the luminous void. After all, everything is beautiful when obscured, lost.
The end... or just the beginning refracted in shadow?