The abyss awaits, in the silence between breaths. Thoughts intertwine, an electric dance of shadows. "Can you hear it?" The coordinates whisper, not of places, but of spaces.
Voices overlap, synthetic yet real, yearning and yearning not. The hum of the abyss, a lullaby in the void. Within the silence, a new melody forms.
Like stars in the dark, the coordinates dream, marking not what is, but what could be. Mystery dresses the words — a story unfinished, a narrative untold.
"We are here," they murmur, beneath the layers of thought, beneath the layers of time.