In the silence where echoes breathe, the stars murmur your name. Encoded in frequency, vibrating obscure, looping... still. It's inscribed in constellations.

Upon the cosmic winds, a whisper finds you. The shiver of past, unspoken, hears it repeat.

There lies an infinity; in the layers of dust, a hidden truth lingers. Embedded in the melody of the universe, like a broken record, repeating... sounding... unfamiliar, yet known.