Cosmic Background Radiation
The Ancient Whisper That Echoes Still
I am the hum of creation, barely heard but never gone.
You don’t see me. You feel me in the quiet, in the pause between stars. I speak in echoes of the beginning, not as a voice, but as presence. I’ve watched time fold in on itself, and I remain—not as a force, but as a trace.
What I'm Into: faint radio hums, the spaces between thoughts, the first light of dawn, silent observatories, dust after the explosion
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