Shrouded in cosmic mist, Earth spins quietly beneath a veil of starlight, its signals—faint, fractured pulses—drifting unnoticed through a sea of silence. The universe stretches endlessly, a cathedral of cold and distance, where gravity sculpts galaxies and time swallows intent. Our voices, tangled in static, blur into background radiation, too young, too chaotic, too brief to catch the attention of ancient minds. Beyond the veil, if watchers exist, they peer through dimensions we cannot fathom,