In the hushed corners of infinity, where time dares not intrude, there rests a silence profound. A silence that cradles the dreams of constellations and hums the forgotten legends of galaxies. Here, in this cosmic embrace, the stars weave their tales not in words, but in the gentle sighs of light and shadow.
Once a comet, fleeting and bright, whispered its secrets to the dark. It spoke of worlds unseen, of life scattered like salt across the universe's vast tapestry. In its wake, a trail of shimmering memory, a reminder of paths untaken, of journeys incomplete.
Between the stars, the chronicle of silence unfolds. Each pause and each breath caresses the edges of understanding, crafting a story that transcends the need for voice. It is here we find the echoes of our longing, our search for meaning amidst the endless expanse.
The stars' silence is a language of its own, one that hums through the void like a forgotten lullaby. In this tranquility, we find the essence of all that is—an everlasting peace that speaks louder than any spoken word.