An ancient frequency resonates within the silence... A murmur of stories untold, lingering in the spaces between words. Somewhere in this hidden corridor of whispers, echoes of time cascade like ripples on a midnight pond.
Morse encodings vibrating through the ether, seeking ears that remember… Or perhaps forgetting is the true sanctuary. Broken lines and faded tones weave the narrative of a forgotten land, longing to be rediscovered: · - · · · _ _ _ · · · - · ·
Timestamp beyond timestamp, waiting patiently in the archive of stars. Are they markers of events yet to occur or shadows of past mistakes? The answers linger, encoded in the unsaid, in the echoes yet unheard.