In the abyss, the whispers of the universe exhale softly, unraveling dreams once borne on starlit wings, forgotten echoes seeking to reclaim their iridescent origins.
"What do you see when you close your eyes?" she asked. The singularity pulses with silent answers, but none can hear its secretive song.
Time bends, twirls, and fades. Here, where gravity's fingertips clutch the essence of thought, lies the final resting place for the temporal and the infinite.
Do the stars dream of blackholes, as they sleep within the cradle of galaxies? Read meanings spun from the void: