In a universe where silence reigns, the sleeping worlds lie dormant, holding secrets within their tranquil voids. These worlds, untouched by time, echo with a beneficial poisonous noise, a soundscape that exists silently, waiting to be awakened. This noise, paradoxical in nature, serves both as a lullaby and a warning.
The essence of sound is often perceived as a mere vibration, yet in these sleeping realms, it holds a different meaning. The ephemeral winds carry this noise, a blend of cosmic whispers and celestial murmurs, ensuring the worlds remain in their eternal slumber.
Consider the implications of awakening these sounds: would they speak in tongues of ancient knowledge or would their words be veiled in mystery and chaos? The sleeping worlds are guardians of a narrative, one that intertwines silence with the resonance of a forgotten melody.
This noise, beneficial yet poisonous, serves as a reminder of the delicate balance of worlds within worlds—a universe folded upon itself. Here lies the paradox: to listen is to dream, to dream is to awaken, and to awaken is to confront the unknown.
As we explore further, the realms of shadowed paths and the hidden echoes await, promising stories of sound and silence intertwined in a dance of eternal night.