How the echo finds no wall to bounce from, wandering through void. In the silence, it sings, a song unbidden, yet familiar — the frequency of a connection once vibrant, now soft as stardust.
Listen, not with ears but with longing, where the constellations weave tales of presence amidst the absence. Are these threads of light a memory, or merely dreams cast adrift?
Whisper in the Expanse Horizon of Resonance Reflections Beyond the Ether