Freight Signals

The whistling of stars was a sound unheard on Earth; freight signals from a cosmos busy with unknown commerce. Sarah adjusted the dials. The hum of the universe felt like a good morning coffee, strong and bittersweet. She wrote down an errant thought: Do constellations dream of electric sheep?

Log Entry: Starling

Messages came faster now, like ripples in a pond after a pebble's plunge. The frequency shifted, a dance only she could lead. Each note bore a story; each silence, a promise. The metaphysical depots were overflowing with cargo unseen.

Cargo Manifest: Wisps

Once, they thought it was a loop—a cosmic echo chamber. But loops, she mused, often birthed spirals in the hands of time. As above, so below; as signal, so story. The narratives twisted through the wires and out into the vastness of everything.

Route Plan: Meander