The stars whisper secrets beneath layers of silence, echoing thoughts unspoken but heard. Among cosmic threads, weaving a tapestry of stardust dreams, lies a voice—unfamiliar yet intimate.
Patterns in the heavens align with pulses erratic, mapping a soul's journey through a nightscape of memory and void. Listen, as the galaxies hum a symphony of arcane stories, a riddle wrapped in light-years.
Beneath the firmament of endless black, questions linger like shadows at dusk. Wander further into the unknown.
Constellations classified yet chaotic, each star a fragment of a forgotten echo. The silence here is profound, yet each breath is a supernova. Listen to the whispers.
And so they drift, scattered pieces of a celestial puzzle. Illuminate the path to understanding or embrace the mystery.