In the stillness between words, when reality breathes its softest, there lies a rhythm.. a pulse heard in the periphery of the mind.Feel it, as a heartbeat echoes through the stardust scattered across cosmic silence. Each star a dancer, twirling through the void on an unseen stage.
An etherial bustle of molecules stirred by memories, by what could have been, weaving a tapestry in the dark. Phantom footsteps tracing your thoughts, leaving traces of light only to rekindle in shadows. The universe, a grand maestro, conducting its eternal ballet.
Time, fleeting... like the echo of laughter in an expansive hall. Each blink a step forward, or perhaps a step back. Dance with the echoes of your own existence, where each pause signifies another turn.
This dance knows no center, no edge. Boundless it flows, a silent myth with stories yet told by voices far beyond our horizon. Engage the whispers, let them guide you through the endless waltz.
As you move, know that the universe observes, holding its breath in wonder, waiting to decode your movements in the steps of the stars.