It begins in silence— a pulse, a fracture of a cosmic bead. The interferences align once in a blue child’s eye. The echoes map the erratics of your weary soul, embracing the astral vastness. Remember tunes spun from obsolete radios.
Beneath layers of waves— a pivotal embrace— the eternity stirs beneath stars inked on our eyes. A chaos-made pilgrimage sets dust afloat, galaxies forgotten in silent embraces.
—The chronicle whispers in subtle pulses embedded in the frequency of the unknown continuum. Dreams echo these finite edges, forever stretching towards the formation of stars yet to awaken. Dust returns to dust, yet the cosmic serenade continues, through you— through us.
May the echoes of fractured dreams traverse the silences as we ascend, emboldened by the omnipresent glow of forgotten symphonies.