"In the stretch of silence where songs were meant to flow, I discover only echoes of unforgotten whispers." And what does it mean to forget, in a universe enamored with the presence of absence?
"What if the universe sings, but to an audience yet unborn? An audience that resides in the unformed dreams of time itself."
"Consider the leaf that trembles in oscillation – each shiver a note in the unwritten symphony of entropy," mused the cosmic bard, "and are we not, you and I, the verses of this cosmic odyssey?"