The Lab of Lost Whispers

Shadows play tricks on the edges of reason, where once the eye peered, now it finds only echoes of its own skepticism. In the lab, an old voice murmurs, "The tenth configuration was never documented, yet it thrived." So the spectral researchers tell, in hushed tones of silicate and glass.

Did we not hear it? Did we not see the flicker of light where none existed? The corridors of the mind stretch far beyond this physical realm, and in their endlessness, a solitary voice claims, "The essence of discovery is the art of being lost."