Somewhere in the Universe

Somewhere in the quiet fabric of the universe, there is a planet where time does not pass, it breathes. Trees do not grow, they listen. And the sky, in its infinite vastness, does not judge, it embraces. There are no wars, no walls, for there are no names, no ownership. The light rises gently, as if asking permission, and the night is a cloak of peace, not of absence. The souls who arrive do not question, for everything there is already an answer. It is not paradise because it is perfect, but because it is whole, serene, true. Such a planet exists. And perhaps, deep within every being, there is a faint memory of having come from there.