As we drift beyond cosmic hydrogen clouds, swimming through tides of forgotten light, we find whispers, phosphorescent whisperings in n-space currents. Among the infinitesimal grains of distant quasars, time broke upon metaphysical shores aboard vessels unbinding reality, draped ashore: dialogues wrapped in symbolic rhythm.
Encoded echoes on frequencies beyond auditory comprehension, each crackle layered with innumerable stardust thoughts. These grains, nebula-tethers weaving borders of sentient emptiness, a framework for aeons─fabrications of cultures untold, awe etching its trace across aeonian epochs.