In the forgotten corners of the ether, whispers weave a tale untold.
Fragmented signals caress the darkened skies, their messages obscured,
yet heartbeats of the universe pulse through their frequencies.
Decode, if you dare, the whispers of the stars:
"The dancer sways not to music, but to the sound of silence..."
Every echo, a puzzle seeking its missing piece.
Traverse along the boundless infinity, where:
"Time and space unravel into a tapestry of void..."
The loom is broken, yet the threads remain entwined.