"In the void, shadows dance gracefully, although their expressions remain enigmatic. Silent symphonies unfold awaiting an audience that never comes."
— Anonymous Conductor of Cosmic Silence
"Listen; hear the stars murmur ancient secrets they can’t keep any longer… A story inked in the void, told without words."
— A Comet's Soliloquy
A hand gestures; the screen flickers. "Dreams of iron and waveform," she murmurs, "scarce and precious, beneath the gentle luminescence of fantasia."
The lights cascade off her silhouette like whispers teasing the fabric of reality.
But wait! What is that? A shift in ether? Dramatic pause.
Beyond, in nebulous veins, her whispers thread through the tapestry of forgotten stars.
The abyss claps, applause unheard, unseen, unfamiliar, until next a whisper speaks, "Soon, the others will understand."