Beyond the edge of silence, where echoes dissolve, fragments linger. They whisper fractions of realities—a world half seen, half spoken, entirely imagined.
The cosmos dialogues in metaphors; a nebula's sigh is a poet's muse.
In every fraction, a story unfolds: the silent witnesses of a comet's trail, the shadows cast by oblivion, the cyclic dance of stars in their silent domination.
How much of the universe can rest in one voice? A molecule of truth, a theorem of whispers. A grain on the beach of existence listens, longs, and dreams.
Echoes of Solitude
Infinite Stars submarine algorithms
Void Volumes