Beneath the cosmos' embrace, I heard a melody.
Not of sound, but of silence, shrouded in stardust.
Echoes encrypted in the twinkling dance.
I sAw ThE sInG,
an arrangement of shadows cast by celestial whispers.
"Under the silent membrane, there lies a story," the ancients said,
"decoded by the observer with patience and wonder."
I listened closer, thought I saw the rhythm of time itself.
Numbers littered like fallen leaves—
1s12t20-19h15-18e14.
Interstellar tunes, painting memories unseen.
Each beat hidden in the void's quiet expanse,
a wonder lost in the echo of the unuttered.
Reflective pools vaulting waves of thought,
do you hear it too?
Awaken the shape: unravel encrypted rhythms.