In a star-spattered void, brimming with silence...
The contours of space-time wavered, as if caught in a dream.
An echo, timeless and ethereal, threaded through the dark like a soft lullaby. Whispers.
Once spoken by lips of light, now woven into the stardust's gentle sigh (a tale spanning dimensions).
A tree of celestial consciousness uprooted, sprawling its branches into the soul of the infinite.