Whispers of the Lost Cosmos

Do you hear them? The whispers of stars, echoing in the vacuum of forgotten light. Each flicker is a syllable, a cosmic word lost in the silence of the ages. Once they danced in radiant constellations, now they murmur only to the void, where the silence wraps them in celestial shrouds.

The moon bleeds silver onto the sleeping earth, a tapestry woven from the dreams of ancient galaxies. Beneath this pallor, the universe holds its breath, waiting for a constellation to rebel and shatter the stillness with its luminous cries.

Stars fall like embers into the dark sea, sinking into the depths of the unknown. Hear their lament as the cosmos unravels its stories, one whisper at a time. Shadows stretch, and time bends, as the particles of forgotten whispers drift like cosmic dust.

Entropy sings its lullaby, a melancholic serenade for stars and worlds untold. The fabric of space quivers, a tapestry frayed at the edges. Listen, listen closely. There, in the whispers, lies the truth of the cosmos, the memory of things both lost and found.