The Messages from Far Away
Have you ever looked into an ink blot? Thought about how each splot is like a signal? Maybe it’s not just randomness, but a translation of cosmic whispers.
Ponder the darkness, where light and the void dance like coffee stains on an ancient scroll. Wavelengths zigzag through time, sometimes landing gently, sometimes crashing.
“Do they hear us?” echoes a note, or maybe just lost sounds playing hopscotch through an infinite park.
Explore further with our adjacent realms:
Signals Divination or perhaps
Interpreting Ink for more abstract nonsense.