The void

In the silence between stars,
where whispers fade into the cosmic breath,
there lies the void—vast and endless,
a canvas unseen, a dance unstepped.

Here, in the quiet pulse of infinity,
the soul speaks without a sound.

Fear not the silent void,
nor the solitude of its vast domain,
for in every end, there is a beginning,
and in every void, life blooms again.

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