Eternal echoes of an unending song
Reverberate through the stitches of spacetime
Have you heard?
A message from beyond the veil:
"Sing, even when the stars forget how."

Dimensional whispers interlace,
A melody woven into existence itself.
Do you wish to listen?
Silence is but a pause in the cosmic orchestra.

Threads of thought from realms unseen,
Alien minds contemplating the garden of threads,
Correspondence missed, or perhaps never sent
in the language of stars.

Encased within the paradox of being,
The resonant truth is a circle once drawn,
Where each note is a universe born anew.
Shall we compose one together?