In the distance, the faint glow flickers, listens... A tapestry of neurons precipitated through dew, forming in the hearth's damp cradle.

Traveling across the cosmos— no destination... only these remnants. Signals... sporadic, elusive. A conversation lost in time between us and whispers made of stardust.

Do you remember the place where echoes gather? The reflections murmur beneath silent shadows. We gathered once, estranged voices finding warmth in the murk.