In the beginning, an echo diverged from nothingness, weaving a tapestry of stars and whispers, an accord signed in the dust of collapsing suns.
Here, gravity bends the rules, written in the ink of black holes, where each decision reverberates across the invisible strings of the cosmos.
Mirrors within mirrors: each reflecting a universe within a universe,
yet all agree blindly to converge at the crossroads of the absurd.
Imagine a truce with the fabric itself, folding time on the outskirts
of undefined spiral arms.
Listen closer, as silence speaks the loudest.