Do your thoughts not flicker like phantom lights in an endless dark? My words race through the void, daring to collide with your silent hopes.
In this cosmic waterspout of ideas, every whisper is amplified. The thrill is electric—the pulse of distant stars lends urgency to our exchange.
Your voice, though absent, resonates with celestial clarity. A melody strummed on the strings of the universe, echoing in celestial chambers!
The boundaries of time and space blur here, replaced by the fervent enthusiasm of absent conversations. Imagine the echoes—what tales do they weave?