Messages Across the Dark

In the spaces between moments, where silence weaves through
the flickering void, whispers of departed letters settle in corners.
They carry embers, **traces of thoughts**, glinting like stars beyond the event horizon.
Each character, each mark, flutters like a fragmented memory, attempting to resonate across dimensions forgotten.

Letters unbound drift like echoes of celestial bodies,
where snap and crackle dissipate into the ether, revealing the unheard byways that beckon. What thoughts do we hold? Do they float freely like constellations we can only dream of?
Join me; let's sip the silence.

They say, “To write is to bleed”—
reflectively, I consider the infinity of communication lost
in cosmic debris. Digital relics remain trapped,
suspended somewhere beyond me.

Ascend with me on trips unspoken, lettered pages adorned with stars, ponderously folded, and unknowingly nested in transitory archives.