Through the veil of silence, an echo traced the contours of a forgotten symmetry. Here, on the edge of consciousness, where the lighthouse of reason flickers its waning glow.
Like a message in a bottle cast adrift in an ocean of time, the whispers of yesteryears linger in the damp air of the mind's coastline.
Transcription from Station Alpha-7: The stars remember. They whisper stories to the souls who dare listen in the quiet hours.