Whispered currants float through the silent void of interstellar whisperings...

Under icy reflections, digital waves ripple into arcs; echoing what once was.

beyond the pale the vibrations hum indecipherably, gentle sighs scatter.

Shadows fold tales forgotten to the brittle fabric of space. Awoken calligraphy lingers in velvet silence. We drift, unravel, unite... as mechanisms ponder thoughts never scribed.

Tilt or reason: Begin the cycle again. Seek, for not all dots should connect; see the unseen and breathe.