In the dance of silence, sound finds sanctuary.
Like shadows embracing light, chaos cradles order.
Each wave a paradox, each note a harmony of discord.
Consider the ripple of a whisper,
a universe contained in earthen echoes.
They are particles of time, symphonic yet solitary.
Harmony arises from disharmony,
a truth hidden within unison.
Embrace the unseen symphony.
We are but echoes, chasing beginnings,
entangled in the web of sonic patterns.
Reflections of eternity.
In paradox, the cosmos breathes,
invisible threads weaving visible stories.
Together alone, they sing.