The comet paused—an interruption in orbit, ribbons of flaming veneer crossing twilight’s shady repertoire.
But the whispers, the hidden ✦ stars, they echoed: a forgotten promise annexed by direct descendants of shadows.
Across the distance, on a forgotten relay satellite ✦, a whisper became the seed of chaos—attempting to align time, a digital tapestry unwoven.
The interference mesh glitched, once and twice, and ✦ pixels became the song of the ancients, reverberating into void.