They speak in whispers, notes suspended in the ether.
The orchestration of stars will never be audible, yet here we are, tuning in.
Signals rush from unseen dimensions, tracing the cosmos with forgotten melodies.
In the whirlpool of time, we found letters sealed by the past.
"Do you remember the nights when reality bent like liquid light?"
Echoes linger in the margins of our dreams.
Beneath the waves, a chorus of ghosts harmonizes.
Fragments of a forgotten script recite the languages of silence.
The tide carries them away, one syllable at a time.
Translate the night into your own heartbeat,
let it drape over you like the dusk on city rooftops.
There are clues hidden in the shadows of your thoughts. Explore them with open eyes.