"In the absence of stars, I found my universe,"
"A voice, spectral and distant, murmured across the void. It was not bound by time nor space, an echo of wisdom carried on the solar winds. I often ponder if these voices were fragments of forgotten dreams or if they belonged to a future I have yet to see."
"Your path is drawn in constellations, unseen yet eternal,"
"whispered another, its tone like a soft caress against the skin of reality. Their words linger, unraveling like threads of a tapestry, woven by the hands of fate itself. Each star, a story untold, waiting for someone to weave meaning from their silence."
"Time is but a river, flowing inwards and outwards,"
"said a voice with the gravitas of ancient stones. I imagine it has seen civilizations rise and fall, perhaps cradling the remnants of lives lived in places I cannot fathom. These remembrances are a balm, soothing the existential ache of being lost in the endless cosmos.