Whispered Wonders

In the boundless pit of the abyss, where no sound dares to echo and light caresses only the edges... the whispers come gently.

What do they say?
The secrets wrapped in silk, dipped in longing, and underpinned by cosmic dust.
These are the wonders which are whispered unto those who listen closely to the silence.

The abyss speaks on different frequencies, many forgotten by those that tread above. The shifting sands of stars, the silent songs of celestial bodies — these are its words.

Ingenious paradoxes float eternally in the cosmic currents, unheard yet omnipresent. Let us delve into some of them.

**Proclamation of the void**: "I exist infinitely within confines." — Is this paradox or a mere riddle to be unraveled?