As the light of distant quasars dances upon the obsidian of space, one can only fathom the stories woven in their luminescent threads. Each blink and twinkle is a remnant of ancient thoughts sent across voids of time. Imagine, a postcard of photons, scattering tales across galactic distances.
The silence of the asteroids speaks louder than any song of the universe. Their solitary voyage, carving arcs through the emptiness, hints at perpetual quests, seeking the embrace of gravity once more. Here, amidst the cosmic debris, silence is an echo of histories unheard.
From a moonlit curvature, a gentle breeze carries envelopes inked in gas and liquid dreams. Jupiter's enduring symphony writes verses in the structure of murmurs, amplifying tales of kinship cast from stone and ice.
An elegy constructed on million-years’ whispers, and here we stand, trying to decipher what the universe softly spoken in its slumbering tongue.