In the deep recess of the velvet cosmos, where stars whisper their ancient secrets to oblivion, lies a forgotten remnant of a world unmoored. Here, the static noises woven into the fabric of existence speak aloud, their verse grounding the ethereal in a cacophony of forgotten dreams.
ZZZttt.... the sound of ancient rains upon the forgotten stones, echoes of worlds drenched in twilight, where sunbeams grasp at shadows, painting ephemeral murals of the inexplicable.
The winds, messengers of the unseen click.... buzzzzzzt..., murmur tales of cosmic voyages astride ethereal vessels, traversing paths marked only by starlight and the whispers of aeons long departed.
Amidst this panorama of resonance, one might discover an unsolvable riddle wrapped within a dormant echo, a question asked by the universe, yet left unanswered: Twiigg.... wink.... spread....
Were they the tongues of serpents, forging their paths across the silk of time?