Yawn in binary, smile in silence. A static surge flickers through space, calling you back home.

The moon hums a tune only cats can dance to. Did you hear that, or did it echo from yesterday's dreams?

Tuning in ...to the future, echoes of forgotten batteries.

Somewhere, a parade of cacti waves at the sunrise. Do wave back; they have a message from Mars.

The radio was turned off, yet still—faint waltzes linger in the astral breeze.