Whispers in the void weave through the fabric of ethereal echoes, sowing constellations in forgotten promises. Echoes of the Past call.
Descriptive signals flicker, electric and enigmatic, pulse patterns disjointed yet familiar. Messages from the edge of an unknown existence whisper softly, echoing through the tapestry of night.
Somewhere, beneath the cosmic fabric, lies the truth weaved with threads of ancient starlight. Beneath the embroidered whispers, lies the unbroken oath of the stars.