Nothing dances in silence.
The stars sing softly, passing giggles through warm stretches of darkness.
Why do the galaxies fade? Are they just echoes of what could have been?
And the bubbles rise from craters, like marbles tumbling in an unseen void.
Catch the shimmer! Follow the light. The shades drift like floating feathers.
Do you hear the whisper? A soft echo, stirring within your mind, painting starlit stories.