In the core of the star-speckled abyss, lies the luminescent echo of forgotten voices.
Do you hear? A whisper lingers in the interstellar dust, weaving through time's tapestry.

Chirping codes, pixelated perceptions, dreams that scatter when touched.
Glitches in the cosmic plane. The past is a nebula, the future a secret.

Restless oscillations, silent screams, a dance of photons underneath the skin of the universe.
Have you ever touched a thought? Lost it among the spaces between breaths?