Faint Signals
The void echoes with whispers, unseen trails of thought unfurl across light-years. What dreams do these tendrils cradle as they weave through the cosmos? Intentions etched in silence, read by stars alone.
The observer's paradox: tracing paths that lead nowhere, everywhere.
Navigate the unseen. Listen to the hum beneath your thoughts; it vibrates in harmony with the universe's lullaby.