Aether, a word often used, too familiar, repeats like clockwork through empty spaces.
From dawn to dusk, from one tide to another, it is spoken, unheard yet omnipresent. It lingers.
The echo of footsteps in valleys long forgotten, a reminder of paths worn down by travelers unseen.
Aether, a term too broad, too vague; it begs to bind meaning but slips into abstraction.
Like an old radio, its frequency set to static, the chirps and hisses drown clarity in familiarity.