Fragment 1: The Solitude of Planets
I often wonder, adrift among the celestial bodies, how the planets converse in their perpetual dance.
The whispers of the stars, like a forgotten lullaby, cling gently to the past, telling tales of
eras lost to the embrace of cosmic timeliness. The universe hums, unbothered by the inquiries of soul.
Fragment 2: The Silence between Pulses
Listening to the silence between the pulsars, one might find a truth veiled in shadows,
secrets of starlight fading, yet remaining, woven into the tapestry of time itself.
Memories lost in transmissions not meant for our ears linger still in the gentle curvature
of spacetime, waiting, listening.
Fragment 3: Echoes of Time
Time falls like grains of sand, each grain a world of possibility.
Thoughts colliding with reality, fragmented and scattered, like echoes
of an ancient voice, whispering through forgotten constellations.
The truth is less about knowing, more about being — in this
stardust realm of transient spirals.