In the twilight of cosmic whispers,
shadows speak in frequencies unheard.
Ethereal messages dance upon the threshold,
questions without echoes,
answers lost in the weave of stardust.
The universe, an old sage,
breathes heavily with time’s burden.
Listen close, and you may hear
the sighs of forgotten worlds,
the hum of realities untold.
"The stars, like ancient philosophers, rage against the silence..."
The beacons blink, reminding us:
every thought is both an end and a beginning.
Signal Deciphered: Sector 9-G, Unknown Origin.