In the tapestry of existence, beneath layers of absurdity, an echo resoundsβa mirthful laughter woven into the void. This laughter, an ancient melody, hums in forgotten hieroglyphs, tales untold by the tongues of yore.
There lies the essence of being, unadorned and profound, in the silent speeches of stars. Do they not whisper the secrets of the universe in their luminous hieroglyphs, written across the infinite scroll?
What are we, if not echoes of this cosmic laughter, reflections of a void that knows no end? The absurdity of our existence dances in the shadows, a ballet of light and darkness.
These hieroglyphs of forgotten tongues, etched in the sands of time, speak of a truth that transcends understandingβa truth wrapped in the embrace of silence.