The universe thrives in pockets of wonder. Phantoms of stars sing while planets pirouette on the fringes. Here, where the cosmos kiss the horizon, we trace invisible pathways in the interstellar dust.
Listen to the unvoiced echoes, the resonant whispers twirling in the universe's vast theatre. Could it be the music of silence dancing through dimensions? Perhaps, we are just stardust with shoes, leaving imprints dazzling with energy on this untouched veneer.
A nebula's laughter? Or a comet's sigh? The melodies persist, each one crackling like a supernova. In this alien ballet, every sound is a chapter unwritten in the cosmos' own diary.