In the vast emptiness existing before creation, where stars had not yet illuminated the void, there existed an echoing emptiness. In that primordial period, existence was a singular entity waiting to burst forth. Time was undefined as we know it. {Before the first star ignited, before the laws of physics took hold, before life could even conceive o

In the vast canvas of existence, where stars fade and galaxies drift into obscurity, there linger remnants of what once was. A symphony of memories, now fragmented and muted, dance upon the edge of oblivion. The emptiness itself hums with a latent energy, a constant whisper of the impermanence that defines all things. Each speck seems to vibrate wi