You wouldn't believe it, but the whispers from beyond get louder every day.
Sometimes it's like hearing an old radio on a forgotten frequency, just static and murmurs
amidst the void. Strange how a universe so vast can be caught in a little tin box. Have you tried turning it off and on again?
Spotted: a dancing light near Orion's belt, possibly not aliens. Message decoded as,
"Catch the falling star", which sounds poetic but suspiciously mundane
given the galactic backdrop.
Remember, there's a fine line between a signal and cosmic mischief.
Who makes the celestial lemonade when portals arise in corner stores?
Ask the unseen, or perhaps, follow the trail of breadcrumbs...