Tuning in, aren't we? Sometimes, silence wears the costume of white noise—a restless tapestry murmuring eternal secrets. You hear it? The gentle hum—a cosmic conversation in privatized signals.

Whispers of the infinite.

Imagine sitting by a radio long past understanding its language. It's like being next to a river running through ages, whispering stories about worlds we could never see. Listen closely, and follow the currents.