Amidst the velvet void, time fractures and spins. Whispers of remembrance traverse the vastness, stitching stories unto stardust.
Grainy fragments of ancient signals drift, leaving shadows in their wake—memory etches in waves.
The messages relay in loops, like a celestial clock unwound, forever unclear, yet oddly familiar. Each pulse a heartbeats shuddering echo, each frequency a reminder, saturated in nostalgia—both beloved and forgotten.
Can you hear it? Through the silence, through the factious skies all around? It's there—the loop breaks and fractures, only to resolve in a dawn whispered by echoes.
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