Whispers weave through electric dreams,
Encoded echoes of forgotten screams,
Harvesting silence from stardust rains,
A cosmic lament where stillness reigns.
"Do you hear the murmurs," they ask the night,
"Beneath the blanket of starry plight?"
Signals resonate, a fractured hymn,
In the void, where light grows dim.
Messages carved in cosmic frost,
A ballet of frequencies, never lost.
Silent harvests in the astral sea,
Whispering truths to you and me.