Whispers of the Void 2
In the silence of space where the stars converse, Lies a spiral of clouds, the universe’s verse. A dance of the cosmos, so wildly spun, A celestial ballet, second to none. In its core, a secret beckons, untold, A swirl of hues—azure, silver, and gold. Each whispering wisp, a story divine, Woven by time in an astral twine. Gravity’s hand conducts this choir, Pulling and twirling, higher and higher. From the void’s soft hum, a harmony spills, A symphony crafted by cosmic wills. Downpour of light, like rain it streams, A cascade of stardust, or so it seems. Between each droplet, the silence roars, In the vast expanse of the cosmic shores. This gyre, a cradle of creation’s breath, A sight to behold, vast as it's depth. Here, in the void where the echoes drift, The fabric of reality starts to shift.