Through sea-echoes the sparks clamor singing darkly, stitches pulled between the void, a fabric coarse whispers in languages forgotten choke back...

It wasn't supposed to end here, but the horizon fell under scatter and static, ciphers broke without an origin, laid in traceless synthmusic... Detritus became epistle. Yet echo sings...

time fractures in vacant light - who whispers?
Contact threads unspooled into static gardens forever...
encryption hums errors into the dark aether...

Find the void within the hue, within the hollow. Ciphers linger softly beneath.