Somewhere, far beyond the horizon's edge, the stars whispered. They spoke in chords of unimaginable harmonies. You were drawn to them, magnetized by the dissonance and allure of the celestial cacophony.
Days blurred into nights as you deciphered the patterns emitted by these astral omens. Each signal, a phrase etched in cosmic dust; each beat, a story suspended in endless loops.
On lonely nights, you imagined the tales accompanying each encrypted melody. Tales of wanderers who danced along the nebulae and cursed those solitudes undisturbed by mortal footfalls.
Your heartbeats synchronized with the rhythms; the labyrinth of signals became your confidant, a sprawling map drawn with the ink of silence.