In a future forgotten by the stars, where time clings loosely like cobwebs to a derelict spaceship, a flicker of memory surfaced in the artificial twilight. They called it "light memory", a hologram of thoughts that roamed floors of dust and doubt, mingling revelations with age-old riddles crafted by civilizations unseen.
Drifting fragments of lyrics composed by a forgotten artist echoed in the silence— “The cosmos is a curious clock, winding backwards, finding origins in frayed tomorrows.” Each word a puzzle, a key to time’s displacement, allowing celestial spirits to witness their own births.
As the engineers of fate struggled with the mechanical heart of the starship, fragments of lost conversations floated like nebulae, “Do you recall the time when gravity lost its appetite?” “Yes, and the time before that… everything is frozen within echoes mingled with the faraway hum of galaxies.”