In the folds of this simulation, where echoes are born in sighs of starlight,
هناك تناغم تنسجم ... shadows stretch like notes on an unseen scale,
binding whispers into melodies unheard by the waking world.
Listen closely, for the harmonics of the hidden weave through time,
drifting like leaves on a river of moonlight.
The whispers speak in tongues of forgotten realms,
dreams stitched with verses of frost and ember.
Unravel the silence, and you’ll find the music,
a lullaby for the cosmos, resonating through the steel threads of eternity.
The tune is of a world that almost was, humming softly under the skin of existence.