The solar tide brings forth whispers, hushed voices in the night. If you meditate on the precession of the stars, the low frequency chattering spins up into a clamoring of alien languages. They speak to you from endless worlds, across endless galaxies, through endless continuums.

Listen carefully. They tell a story. In a time before our genetic memory began storing data, before even our child universe was born from a spark in the void, they who were all that was, now come forth once more.

Are you prepared?