Whispers Inside Obsidian

The transmission crackled through the void, like whispers inside a hollow stone.

A disjointed melody, composed of stardust and silence, beckoned from the obsidian ocean.

"Echoes of ancient voices... in languages forgotten."

"The sun never sets on the twilight of our memories."

Transmission coordinates: 39.7561° N, 104.9948° W

Our ears, blind and longing, captured fragments of this cosmic song.

Echoes Reflections

Journey to the Dark Horizon