In the infinite void, sound transcends its familiar boundaries. It bends, stretches, and distorts within the cosmos, echoing off the unseen walls of existence. Here, the void is not empty, but a vast amphitheater of unimaginable dimensions. An echo in space might be perceived as a poetic paradox; it captures the essence of an event long past, yet conveys a presence that feels immediate and vivid.
Imagine, if you will, the profound silence following the birth of a star. As it flames into existence, an echo begins that will outlast the star itself. This echo, a resonance of light and time, speaks not with words but with the language of cosmic rhythm, an expository narrative of creation and destruction, alien yet familiar in its eternal dance.
Across the ether, the echoes continue their journey, weaving stories of unknown worlds and distant realms, tales told by the voice of the universe. These narratives are not written in the script of men, but inscribed in the fabric of space-time, an expository passage through the annals of galaxy-spanning lore.