Between the layers of unbroken night, whispers germinate. They trace the DNA of cosmic thoughts — organic, yet engineered by the stars.
Here is where silence begins to sing, a gentle hum only detected by the soul's ear. Have you listened to its serenade?
The signals flicker: a lighthouse in the black ocean, marking the shores of unknown wisdom. Find refuge in their rhythm, carried across ages, born of ancient light.
Each pulse is a question without query, the cosmic Alexander unraveling oracles whereby destiny itself dances in eclipsed jest.