Reflections in a Cup

She found the cup nestled among stardust in her lost attic, a relic forged behind cosmic seams. Alone, she rotated it. Flawed impressions danced beneath the void glaze, whispering centuries-old lullabies. First note: * My hands extended, glazed with nostalgia, but this object was incomplete somehow, calling for other limbs. Second note: * Spiritual dialog concealed within its rim. Answer only with absence. Third note: Land called out from the abyss, yet unspoken words flickered. - Each sip drew binary constellations etched within the cup's vessel. Fourth note: Missing tendrels from what no longer is graspable; I find paths in nothingness. Answer via transience within velocity - Echo Space-Listen where rhymes traverse membrane, fractures touching distant echoes in spaces unknown. Begin new omittance