There’s a hum beneath the shimmer of the stars, a whisper forgotten by the world above. It tells tales of longing and secrets wrapped in the curled vagaries of the wind. The radio crackles on, though not in vain; it listens to voices of those who search not for themselves, but for passages unheard among the cosmic vastness.
Murmurs of the Interstellar dance lightly through the void, probing the fringes where silence accumulates. Descendants of the Auras sing songs that are not meant for Earth's ears, lost in the sea of time and echoes between moments.
Through the endless warp, a message lingers undefined, waiting, its allure softly tempting the listener toward that yawning expanse where the whispers might reveal understanding, or perhaps, only draw them deeper into the ether.