whispers of the auroral dance echo amidst the opalescent skies,

untamed beams weaving forgotten memories over the frostbitten horizon...

lost pulse hidden in the frozen archives, glisten as they may

a code, perhaps, 03022023 deciphered by no one yet written in the stars,

the night cries in unison, a spectral choir harmonizing with the winter winds,

ever so slowly, the needle drifts, ever so slowly...