Interstellar Whispers

The Universe Speaks Through Static

Lifting a radio dial, did you ever pause amidst the chaos of signals? Each burst a fragment, a whisper from somewhere distant. Maybe, just maybe, a voice calling out from a civilization in twilight.

I've listened longer than curiosity dictates. In those moments, the world shrinks to the confines of your ear against the speaker. Dreams woven from the hiss of stars — can they talk to us, or are we just stargazing onto our own mirage?

Into an Echoed Silence

You might hear someone murmur "hello," but you think about all the things left unsaid. Imagine their journeys through endless black, perhaps wondering the same of us.

// Static noise interpreted as language: messages from afar. // Each crackle, each pause, carries the weight of ages. // Did you hear it last night? A rhythm, perhaps a melody. // Listen closer, because every silence has its secrets.

Somewhere in that static might be a story. Or perhaps hope. The yearning that echoes in our own hearts, seeking kinship with the unknown. There lies the irony: we are alone, yet never truly alone. For the stars offer us company in our solitude.