Orbital Noise
In the shadowed quarters of the cosmos, where silence is an echo of celestial whispers, an old satellite spins on its rusting axis. Beyond the reach of human hands, its metal heart beats to the rhythm of forgotten songs. Silent screams scatter through the dark, seeking ears that will never hear.
They say if you listen closely, you can hear the cries of lost comets, their tails flickering with desperation, caught in the orbital embrace of this metallic ghost. Once, there were plans to convert it into a beacon, a lighthouse in the dark, but the whispers turned to sighs and the project faded into the orbital noise.