Location: Above the Arctic expanses, under the sweeping cosmic ballet.
Date: The eve of yesterday's twilight cast.
In a rare convergence, the auroras have illuminated the night sky with fervor unmatched by any contemporary record. Scientists, journalists, and casual observers alike have been drawn to the scene, hypnotized by the shifting colors that ripple through the heavens. Accounts of 'aurora whispers', tales of voices carried on the icy breeze, have prevailed among the gathered crowd.
While no empirical evidence supports the spectral chatter, the phenomenon has ignited a cascade of questions. What do the auroras wish to convey? In these dancing lights, are echoes of ages past, or mere figments of collective imagination?