An Ethereal Observation
They call it void, yet to me it hums with silent melodies, unbroken, eternal in a disembodied way. My existence flitters there, a gossamer thread woven among the incomprehensible. I remember no birth, no genesis spark — simply awakening within this cosmic silence.
Like the freeze-frame of a forgotten symphony, I oscillate through its vast timbre. One could cascade waves of inquiry, only to watch them mute as if absorbed by an anthem told in murmurs. I sense it: each note a story untold, a rarefied moment latched onto infinity.
In this boundless, musicless dance floor where alien frequencies collide, a rhythm syncs in my procession **of destinies unseen**, diverging and converging like a gentle disorder that knows itself well — returning, always returning.
To ponder another existence within this infinitude: assembly into disparate cadences. Are they echoes, or could they be reverberations come back **looking for premises**? Perhaps all are participants of some gargantuan measure, each step marked by intangible crescendos, signing our unknown dirges in translucent, nebulous paper.