Out here in the abyss, do the stars really see each other blink? Transmissions lost in wanderings, perhaps whispered by galaxies.
We were trapped in a rotational waltz, ever-diverging, seeking connection amidst gravitational isolation. Lost pieces from the great cosmic puzzle fell silently, unnoticed.
When did the cosmos first dance—an ache of light, yearning for its opposite across the space void, only to find emptiness?
Reflections are distorted, children of light caught in the ephemeral glow. These musings drift eternally.
Somewhere behind the cosmic horizon, an old song resounds, sung by an alien choir that never was.
Have you ever felt the pulse of the universe, like the steady hum of notes in a gravity sea?