Floating, drifting in the endless blue of the dark canvas. Stars too shy to speak, yet their silence sings. Did you hear the echoes of ancient dreams, orbiting like dust?
Coffee stain rings on paper — life’s mundane art. Turtle shells and spoons, absurdly connected through gravity’s gentle command. You know, sometimes the wind carries a story, a peculiar tale from afar.
Whispers of a forgotten era, where melodies danced among the meteor showers. Each note spins, tethered by invisible threads, a cosmic ballet of sound and silence.