...floating tristeza on Saturn's whispering rings...

Deep Murmurs

The gas giants sing songs full of lost echoes. There, among gaseous waves, in that cold cradle of the cosmos, dreams coil around the bones of what once was, known now only as echoes found in the void.

Message received, old stars nod in the silent scriptorium of the ether, their tales unwritten. No address is needed inside the unfurled mysteries, wrapped loosely around phantom constellations that oubliette the past.