The universe whispers through its stars, yet few listen. What tales lie hidden in the fleeting bursts of cosmic light?
Here, in the heart of the unexplored void, an enigma unfurls. Dreams of supernovae breathe life into the shadows of knowing, crafting mysteries in the silence.
Once, there was a dream of a star, born from the ashes of a previous dawn. It expanded, its tendrils reaching outward—a synchronicity lost to the ages. Fleeting Light or Forgotten Songs of old.
Philosophers once debated: Is the starburst a beginning or an end? A cycle renewing or a moment grasping eternity?
Beyond the horizon of consciousness, an answer rests—a mere echo of a thought, a pulse of starlight forgotten.