Silent Orbit

The copper wires weave a dead tapestry, golden foil shedding like autumn leaves in the absolute zero of the void. It sings no songs back to the pale blue eye that birthed it into this vast, indifferent sea.

Micrometeorites map a history of scars across the titanium chassis, tiny silver craters blooming in the slow-motion silence. It drifts, a forgotten thought of humanity.

Perhaps in a million silent years, a different eye will catch the glint of sunlight striking a fractured solar panel, and wonder what fragile, hopeful hands built this silent monument to the dark.