Drifting signals pierce
Space, time, a rapture unheard,
Echoes in nocturne solace whispering.
Many voices—their children.
Unturned Obelisks
Patterns of distress
In cosmic ink blots, written
By a hand unseen—Touch.
Beneath the veil—Timeless Anecdotes, //
A celestial dirge hums beneath the static,
Resonating through shattered vents;
An oblivion
pulsing... pulsating.
An answer lost in shades.
Reflections drawn from ancient seas,
Harvested in silence,
Jammed signals transforming stars.
Portent **||**