Somewhere, between the terrestrial churning and the celestial abyss, whispers drift:
"Do you hear them? The ancient hums of forgotten stars, resonating like mournful dirges through a void untouched."
The signals are disjointed, an orchestra of isolation—
Sometimes abrupt, sometimes fading like echoes lost to time.
Yet, within these glimmers, there lies a sense of gentle familiarity, like the ghosts of conversations once held beneath argent moons.
Listen further —
{@signals unfold, listeners become the message, reaching across the void}
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