In the silence of the void, whispers of forgotten realms merge.
Detected anomaly: signal distortion emanating from sector 51//unknown metadata.
A silence woven in time,
etched into the stardust of dying suns.
"We are here," it claims,
but the echoes fade into echoes, and warmth in cold light.
Decode the mystery or embrace oblivion:
a chronicle of synchronous worlds collides with our consciousness.
Unknown variables align. The signal pulses through the night.