Listen as the silence weaves tales of destiny, whispering through the cosmos. To the souls floating aimlessly between planets, is there solace in disarray? The void doesn't judge; it absorbs the turbulence, molding it to nothingness.
Ponder on the cold embrace of the nebula; isn’t it inviting, yearning for secrets kept by distant worlds? Majestically it spreads, a tapestry embroidered with shifting fluxes of forgotten energy.
Hollow Echo unfolds the murmur of inconsequential galaxies.
Embark marvels with Undulating Embers that hide within the radiant flare.