In the whispers of the void,
a message cloaked in silence,
traversing the electric ether,
it falters, it breaths, it beckons
Echoes that never spoke.
Threads woven in twilight,
where shadows dance on circuits,
the unknown relay pulses softly,
unraveling its secret song
heard only by the dreamers,
trailing voices in the mist,
Signals unseen.
Silence awaits, yet
the tapestry hums, alive,
in its cryptic embrace,
a universe in whispers,
abounding, resounding,
forever relayed.
Follow where the phantoms dwell,
in the nebulae's heart,
in the tremors of the cosmic lullaby.
Listen.