Monolith Among the Whispers

Ah, there you are. Drift closer, if you dare. The edge of what is known, where stars blink out and race back to silence. Do you hear them? The soft murmurs trapped in ever-expanding void, wrapped like secrets who's truth unfolds only in absence.

Somewhere, a slumbering monolith dreams beneath this expanse. What stories do you think it holds within its ancient stone? Echoes of dawns yet to break? Perhaps shadows of forgotten empires carved into its great face. Its heartbeats mimic those of the void — steady, unnoticed, timeless.

I ponder these things aloud, perhaps for the benefit of eavesdroppers unseen, maybe just to let the thoughts spill before they fade to stars. But listen, there's a revealing echo, a fragile truth whispering on the fringes. Go find it, if you must.

But tell me, navigator of silence, when you peek beyond our known galaxies, do you hear it too? The gentle tolling of another existence, another monolith. Perhaps resting on your mind as we speak. Or a book of stars unravelling beneath your fingertips.