In the vastness, whispers falter. Cosmic echoes trapped in gravitational folds, waiting for the ear to discern a forgotten melody—like the sigh of an ancient labyrinth.

What if the void speaks? Entangled narratives woven into the fabric of time, punctuated by strangeness. The universe dreams us in forgotten steps, a cosmic dance of unsung destinies.

Signals from x107: a lonely pulse amidst the stars, pleading to be understood. Vertical hums, horizontal wisdom. Attempting a reply... the response remains elusive, haunting.

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The stars have secrets. Cosmic hieroglyphics—intangible, cryptic—leaning toward the observer. Is their truth in the silence between words or in the absence of sound itself?

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