Moreover, one must not consider the vastness without contemplating its echo. Each silence is a story,
each pause a universe of its own.
Moreover, one must not consider the vastness without contemplating its echo. Each silence is a story,
each pause a universe of its own.
In distant shimmers, the shadows of sentience speak. Are we yet to understand what is said in these
fragments of light?
The receivers listen, tirelessly, to the cosmic wind. It is as if heartbeats linger on the fringes of
the Milky Way, waiting for a response.