The stars murmur softly, beneath the tapestry of light, where words are woven in constellations and dreams flicker like distant echoes. Imagine the song, a nebula's lullaby, repeating, repeating... it never ends, a cosmic record spinning in the dark.
Here, beneath the weight of silence, the loops become stories, histories written in the dust of time, and voices—ancient, haunting—sing of things unseen. The whispers linger; they are memories, they are futures, they are us, again and again...
Can you hear it, the rhythm of galaxies? The heartbeat of the universe? In the stillness, in the void, it calls to you, a siren's song wrapped in stardust and shadows, eternal and unwavering.
And so, we wander the stars, searching for the echo, the resonance, the pause where time halts and all that is, was, and will be converges in a single note—a single breath...