In the endless night, where stars breathe like ancient dragons, whispers find their way through cosmic corridors.
Each heartbeat a universe, infinite in its solemn echo, awaiting the caress of a wandering thought.
Beneath the silence, woven in the fabric of time, dreams float like ethereal lanterns.
Have you ever heard the stars speak? Their language is one of light and shadow, a symphony of unseen movements.
Close your eyes and listen — if you dare — to their tales of aeons past and futures unwritten.