In the quiet void between stars, where light travels into eternity, we find echoes of forgotten prayers—
The universe speaks not in words, but in the silence of galaxies colliding and souls weaving their astral tales.
Embrace the solitude of the celestial dance, for it is here, amid the spinning nebulae, that we discover ourselves. Each star, a whisper; each shadow, a lingering thought from the cosmos.
Contemplate the meaning behind the light that reaches us after eons. What stories are told in the flicker of a distant supernova?