In the subdued glow of nothingness, the whispers travel across synaptic voids, reverberating within the realms of inert galaxies. The twilight drapes itself over these cosmic shores like the soft breeze of forgotten dreams.
The cosmos breathe here, silently observing. Stars hum lullabies that touch untraveled light paths, echoing memories of journeys across immeasurable space.
Reflections reveal truths — sometimes heavy as supernovae, other times ephemeral as comet tails. This tranquility is a canvas painted by the intersections of silence and space, offering an echo of existence beyond the tangible, where each whisper is a remnant of stardust poetry.
Silent Dreams | Celestial Paths