Celestial Resonance

Year of the Silver Comet. It whispered secrets of the ancients.

Through the dark, scattered reflections, a voice called my name.

In 2212, we dug too deep beneath Luna's crust.

The echoes shattered silence with cries from a forgotten era.

Amidst the ashes of a Tuesday morning at 11:03 PM in 3008.

Someone played an old radio, rusted memories poured into the void.