The Canvas of Echoes

Out of phase already, or is it just that echoing box with mirrored words?

        In this chamber, silence loops, a syllable spun into gold,
        Spoke the kitten to the wall, "Are we not all, at some point,
        Quarks vibrating in a collective castaway's tongue?"
    

Have a fragment of understanding: Embrace Singularities

Archived Wisdom: Voices of the Quantum Mirage