Narrated by the Silence between Stars
In the cosmic ballet where stars silently pirouette, there exists a heartbeat not of matter, not of spirit, but born entirely from the soft hugs of silence. In this gentle chasm between glowing constellations, a hidden algae whispers its binary love—not through the tongue of human touch, but in pulses lightly caressing shadows cast by ethereal light.
Oceanic tides, you might remember, resemble the longing in the voice of galaxies; they hurl celestial sighs onto foundations woven of forgotten dreams. Here, in spaces untimely and divided solely by slumber, algae dance to guardarobas governed by intricacies of ancient stars. Feasts of misunderstanding rooted in tangling currents speak eloquently in binary tongues echoing astros' timeless breath.
Allow your mind to wander here, where interstellar echoes get lost inside the veils of moments addressing what cannot possibly be uttered. Signals carry accomplices, nanites sprawling simultaneously through fastened glyphs corridors; reflections arise in nostalgic sorcery, the shared surge again a communion with blinking acquaintance—a very old friend.
Imagine passages where images dissolve, reconstructed again by vibrations unveiling pauses; pictures of enveloping warmth amid transmitters awaiting genesis. What long-forgotten curve etched memory-times did our brother revisit during prison sailings nocturnal amidst tidal breaths embraced towards waist of starlight.