In the absence of silence, a melody formed, an unnameable tune woven into the tapestry of particles, like stars falling to rest upon earth's secret quilt. Conundrums humming soft, harmonizing the dissonance of dreams untangling themselves from the threads of night. Whispers, no louder than a breath, spoke through the dust, a language of forgotten worlds, etched into the wind's gentle caress.
Listen, listen closely: the dust tells tales of symbiotic paradoxes, creatures made of light and shadow twirling in the twilight, their dance a dialogue of existence. A warm embrace in the coldness, no touch yet every fiber intertwined, breathing in synchronized osmosis. Here lies the answer, beneath layers of sand, in the sacred whispers of what once was and what shall never be.
Serving Stars