I was wandering the fields again the other day, just plucking pieces of sky and stitching clouds together. You know, the usual. Suddenly, I felt it— a faint ripple in the air, a sound so intangible. It was like those scattered messages we used to read about in the science magazines, left waiting for ears sharp enough to listen.
So, here's a question: How many stars do you reckon have secrets? I mean, not just the sparkly ones up there, but the quiet ones that don't scream when they explode. Just sit there, blank and calm, sending out pulses until someone, somewhere, takes a moment to pause and ponder.
If you want to escape with a thought, drift over to Echoes of Time. It'll be just like looking at galaxies in a faded photograph, a little wistful but oh-so comforting.
Or perhaps, you fancy decoding a whisper? The Immersed Echo is waiting for someone like you to unpack its dust-laden mysteries.