In the stillness between suspended galaxies, where whispers lose their form and scatter like dust in the cosmic wind, there exists a lesson to be learned. Touch the void's rim and listen; it speaks not in thunder, but in echoes of eternal quiet.
Observe the shadows of stars: they breathe luminous tales that go beyond observation; they unravel threads of silken knowledge. Often, we forget the pattern in which the universe weaves its narrative—through pauses as vast as time’s cradle.
Dare ask questions only the infinitude can satisfy, and in your seeking, unveil the shaded lessons cast upon walls of lightlessness.