Echoes in the Rhythm Sector
In the middle of forgotten stars, the sector spins quietly, where once the bustling hums of a thousand ships mingled. Here, gravity pulls tables off walls, rearranging them into slow dances of cosmic entropy.
Among the remnants, old terminals flicker to life, scrambling the memories into runes of forgotten dialogues. They whisper tales of civilization's continuous cycle— build, thrive, decay, abandon—on repeat since time began.
*A nearby vessel, into its debris field, hear the murmur of decades.
*Ghost holograph emissions caught on static-laden waves.
*And there lies the cosmopolitan drum, heart of beatless rhythm.
An improbable witness, the Nebula itself, swirls endlessly. It knows more than we dare ask and recycles its stellar materials into ancient libraries of gas and dust, reading our secret histories in the rhythms of its gaseous billows.