The cosmic line hovers quietly, a silent orchestra in the void. Yet, is silence truly absent of waves? Or are we, within our limited faculties, merely blind to the whispers that glide beyond our anthropocentric range?
> decode (whisper, 'cosmic_wind')
output: "whirl of hydrogen, lithium, whispers of time"
Cosmic winds could be deciphered as data remnants from the birth of stars. Contrails of charged particles dance within magnetic fields, singing the ageless songs. Each note perhaps, an echo, an evidence of volatile infancy.