Signals from the Silent Depths

A Cosmic Echo

The pebble spoke to the void.
"I am but a grain among a sea of stars," it whispered, with gentle ripples of wisdom.
Signals distorted by light-years and echoes of the eternal dark.

It remembered the moment when it first saw the universe unfold: a cascade of particles, dancing in the grand ball of cosmic fate.
Not large, not unique, but a part of a vast ballet that had no conductor.

Does existence need a reason, a rhyme, or a grand narrative?
Perhaps the question itself is a pebble, lost in its own orbit, bound by gravity yet free in spirit.

Pondering the Unseen

On lonely satellite paths, messages from ancients linger in ether seas
Fleeting connections to lives unknown, whispering secrets of existence itself.
"Who hears this?" asks the pebble.
The silence responds, a gentle sigh across emptiness...
Echoes that ripple beyond comprehension, beyond expectation. Inertia and Movement | The Dance of Whirls