Across the cosmic hush,
we send ripples of silent breath,
faint signals whispered through the ages.
The starlit seas listen,
drawing lines between these
stitched moments in a galaxy's memory.
"I can see the stars," she murmured,
"but their voices are just shadow-play,
reflections of dreams that once breathed."
Here in our void, there remains
an echo of laughter,
a transient dance of light
reaching beyond the horizon's edge.
Listen close:
the universe hums a gentle hymn
of forgotten stories and ancient fire.
Wander deeper into the silence:
Galactic Echoes
Lost Messages