The universe, vast and indifferent, spoke once in a voice only audible to those rugged enough to believe. These whispers, a catalog of cosmic muffled sounds, now settle like dust on tongues too accustomed to silence.
Here, amidst the stars’ sardonic laughter, we examine the neglected footnotes of history: an evolution of echoes that quietly disputes the grand narratives — cosmic scriptures writ in fleeting luminosity.
Have you heard the stars laugh? Not with a sound but a curl of a tale told long after it's line faded. They murmur stories of ironies grander than mankind's bobble-headed myths, spinning on a stage built of infinite parchment and cosmic ink.