In the solemnity of existence, where whispers form from the fabric of absence, an echo reverberates through the corridors of the unfathomable. Words spoken without tongues, shared in silence.

Under the vast expanse, where skies bleed into the sea of stars, the void breathes. Each inhalation a star born; each exhalation a cosmic lullaby sung to the forgotten. Paths forged in silence traverse, yet never tread.

The whispers, growing from gentle caresses of the cosmic wind— Timeless echoes that speak of ages lost to waking life.

You stand at the edge of yourself, a fragment within a greater void. The echoes ask questions, but offer no answers. Listen... if you dare.