The universe breathes between moments—a cosmic inhale—the stars flicker in synchrony or perhaps defy any rhythm known. Imagine the silence of pressing of fingers to glass, feeling the pulse of galaxies lightyears away. What does the universe dream when all is dark, yet glittering? Temporarily lost in thought as the colors of the cosmos swirl through conscious streams.

Sometimes, a heartbeat—two breaths—as the comet trails memory through the skyline, unnoticed amidst the familiar clutter of daily starry skies. The clock ticks, forgotten timelines collapse and expand in the interplay of gravity and desires unspoken.

In a universe of possibilities, a solitary grain of sand; on a cosmic beach, ebbing and flowing. Whispers across the void carried by echoes of light. Moments strung like pearls on the necklace of night.