The stars, they hummed a tune,
neither melody nor dirge,
but an echo of the swallowed silence.
Their whispers reached into the void,
unveiling secrets held by shadows.
Amongst the morrow's fading light,
where egress finds its voice,—
a tapestry of forgotten cables unspooled,
weaved into the fabric of deep space.
Another link, another echo: Asteroids carve the silence
with digital footprints amongst the craters.