In the folds of darkness, where whispers become resonant echoes, a scream unfolds in silence. It is the kind of sound that feels close, yet is born from a galaxy distant—traveling through the cosmos, aiming for ears unprepared for its desolation.
Like the light from a flickering star, its journey is long. You wonder if it carries a melody, or is merely a cry of solitude, a longing for connection among the vastness.
In this realm, each scream is a colorless spectrum, bending softly into what could be a forgotten chorus.
Listen to the stars Find the melody