What tales does the silence spin, when the stars hold their breath and time hesitates? Between the cosmic silences, there are whispers, echoes of existence and non-existence. Every void, an unspoken narrative; every emptiness, a canvas painted with silence itself.
Here in the quiet, traces of unseen organisms linger, almost imperceptible, like forgotten footprints on a starry shore. What life wrote its story in the dark, only to have it erased by the vastness of space?
In the silent orchestra of the cosmos, every pause between the notes is profound, a reminder that existence is not merely about being, but also about the spaces we inhabit, the voids we leave behind, and the traces we fail to see.
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