The vibrations leap from one light-year to another, faintly, like ripples upon the silent surface of an unseen pond.
Slowly waking from eons of dreamless sleep, the stars murmur their secrets.
The echoes are lost messages, scattered across the vast chasm of time. Each note a vibration
through the aether, each silence a story left untold by the keeper of nocturnal tapestries.
Somewhere in the cosmos, a whisper calls your name...
its syllables woven into the tapestry of the universe, infinite and unreachable.
Noises once thought chaos now harmonize into symphonies of planetary dance;
moons tend to their delicate partners in their cosmic ballet.
Listen, the faint static that hums beneath our constructed world is all there is -
remnants of the original frequencies, echoing through the void,
creating a resonance, a peace within the turbulence.
And as we touch these echoes, we find ourselves entwined in this ancient
symphony, an orchestra born before time,
every sound a particle of existence, every pause—a foundation for life yet to be ignited.