Terminal Echo

A whisper, a sigh, echoing
through the desolate codes of time.
Footsteps trace patterns on sand
unmapped, untouched by human kin.

Through layers of dark matter and binary seas, voices arise;
fragments of forgotten messages, lost in the pulse of alien shores.
Do you heed the call? Or forge anew in silence?

Delve deeper, seeker:
Glimpse the flicker.
Or perhaps jest with the void:
Beyond silence, a grin?