In the void between breaths, where stars click their secret melodies, a silence stretches its arms, echoing the bone-dust of ancient suns. In the end, all that was left were the words unspoken.
The void listens gently, cradling stories of planets that never spun, of comets that chose to remain still, and of cosmic winds that rest, curled around the dreams of the infinite.
Awakening in the Dark - A tale, born from the silence.
And there lies a truth, not in the orbit of celestial bodies, but in the hush that brushes the edges of light, whispering secrets, like celestial lullabies to an audience of nothingness.
The stars blink cryptically, stitching the fabric of night with threads of silver, their stories too vast, too intricate, too old for the silence to unravel.