In the gaps between heartbeat and stardust,
silence lays down its tapestry.
Threads woven of whispers,
stitched with the glow of unseen constellations.
Once, a star fell into the void,
but it found the lullaby of the cosmos
and sang itself back.
The song echoed in the empty cradle,
where time leaned against eternity,
watching patiently.
Do you hear them?
The tales untold by the nebulas,
the histories written in the silence,
between the pulses of galaxies far away.
Return to the Echo
We are mere travelers in the twilight,
seekers of the cosmic whisper,
voyaging through the infinite silent
towards dreams painted on the void.
Journey Deeper