Arcane Cornerstones

The void whispers in frequencies clad in mystery. No discernible order...
"Delta Echo, report to sector pi," croaked the static voice through the console. The screen flickered, echoing untold secrets of civilizations past. Raul adjusted the dials. Somewhere far beyond the nebula, an erratic song played.

"...the signal!" Sandra exclaimed, her eyes wide, sparked by raw intrigue. The sequence, unfathomable, bore echoes of forgotten dialects. "...The stars have stories themselves," she concluded, unaware her own voice fractured, drifting into the ether forever.

"Coordinates set, Commander. Awaiting your directive." The badge on her uniform shimmered faintly under the vessel's unseen sun. "Someday we might remember," she thought. Yet, the stars didn't remember. They merely existed.