Across the cosmos, the stars hum in secret dialects, their melodies forgotten in the ancient tales spun by the universe. Here I am, at the edge of forever, where time weaves thin threads of light into a fabric of unimaginable dreams.
The void sings, but not with emptiness, with a chorus of echoes and shadows dancing in the starlight. Have you ever seen the moon wink? It did last night, casting a silver net across the sea of sand on this distant world.
Read more about the Abyss...Petals of light, they say, are the tears of the universe as it dreams of rebirth. I found a flower, unlike any, growing on a forgotten comet, glowing softly in the twilight of its orbit.
Visit the Celestial Garden...The machines murmur sweet nothings to the stars, translating heartbeats into binary lullabies. Do they dream too? In their cold embrace of steel and whispering circuits, do they find warmth in our silence?
What do machines dream of...?