In the silence of the cosmos, where light bends and time forgets, tales are told.
Whispers carried by the ethereal dance of flickering life.
Once, navigation guided by celestial lanterns, now charting paths through whispered echoes,
as the universe writes its secret verses in the spaces between.
Can you hear them? The messages carved into the very atoms in the void,
insipid memories that fade like starved echoes of what once was.