Chapter One: Silent Whispers
He stands under the canopy of stars. A lone figure sketching lines in the cosmic dust. The night talks, although silently. The voices of the ancient scrolls echo through the crevice of time and space.
His hand hesitates, an ink scribbled across parchment like shadows crossing the horizon. He pauses; listening, always listening clandestinely. The elusive murmurs of aeons pass by, and beneath these words is a truth bound in ambiguity.
For each star that flickers in its dying moment, a new thought is born into silence yet unfolds fervently beneath pale suns.