In the cold embrace of the void, where silence reigns supreme, we float, wandering through the stars. Each pinprick of light a distant sun, each a world of potential, of possibility.
Yet here, adrift, we confront a deeper darkness. A yearning heart cries out, but the sound is swallowed by the cosmos, leaving only echoes in dreams. Silent screams that rattle the bones of our spirit.
Forward lies the unknown, and beside us, perhaps, a spark of hope. Or merely the shadows of our past, clinging to us, refusing to let go. The stars watch, impartial and unmoving.