Spliced signals from the north quadrant keened into silence.
Galactic whispers peeled through cosmic voids—
Fading resonances of brilliance before the darkness danced.
**Decrypting Signal**: "Stay. Listen as the nebulae weave tales."
We cried out, but only echoes lost in the weave replied.
Elsewhere, thoughts unwrapped like physical threads, held by cosmic needles,
We saw not with vision but sensed through resonating frequencies:
The tapestry unraveling was not of some forgotten past, but a future yet unknown.
**Transfusion Complete**: "The corridors hum. They beckon."[Transmission Error]