Somewhere between the static and the abyss lies the echo of a voice.
A whisper from forgotten ages when the oceans spoke to the stars and
the stars replied in verses etched in light.
The question is not where, but when.
Beneath layers of forgotten epochs, there are truths frozen
in time—not lost, just waiting for the resonance of inquiry.
Listen closely, and these winds from the cold depths
reveal that which is concealed behind the veneer of our present moment.
Could it be that we are merely reflections of echoes
yet unsung, resonating through eons?