"Do you hear the whispers of the void, floating adrift in a celestial haze? It's a mix of confusion and clarity, a tapestry woven from starlight and shadow. A message in a bottle, cast into the cosmos by hands unseen. Do they weave the fabric of reality into dreams of distant echoes? Perhaps it is a riddle wrapped within a paradox." Call home or lose the path, the stars flicker, the truth lies beneath the cosmic tide. Signals fade in and out, like memories half-remembered, shaping our fate as tides pull on the moon, unseen forces guiding the dance of atoms with a meticulous touch. [Trace the Signals](/wonders/signals12.html) What if the universe speaks in code? A language of light, of intervals between breaths in the silence of space. [Find Frequency](/wonders/detect54.html)