In an unheard whisper, the galaxies convened, breaching the confines of linear time. An assembly of nebulous thoughts and starlit expressions pondered the reality beyond gravity's gentle embrace.
"What weighs upon us is but a feather in the face of eternity," murmured the pulsating star.
An enigmatic orb of light floated across the silent void, its luminescence unchained by the pull of celestial bodies.
Within the spherical luminary, a chronicler etched the oral histories of cosmic wanderers, weaving the narratives into threads of universal fabric.