In the folds of the cosmic tapestry, whispers are woven. Here lies the hidden places—forgotten realms where reality bends like light through a prism.
Whispered echoes
Stars that once twinkled at dawn, now concealed
the silent symphony only the heart can hear. Listen close, traveler.
Curiosity's shadow lurks upon the horizon
Where does the universe hide when no one is watching? Where does a dream go when it forgets itself?
The answer lies not in words, but in the spaces between them.
And so the dust settles, cosmic tales written across the parchment of time.