What can be seen often in darkness, yet is untouched by the light? A particle, a waveform, or mere fleeting thoughts?
Consider the silent screams that reverberate through black holes: Do they pierce the veil of time, or are they simply echoes of forgotten stars?
A hypothesis: The nature of silence in space; a canvas upon which the screams of galaxies paint horrors unseen.
As Einstein questioned time, consider now: when silence speaks, who listens?
The limit of human understanding collapses at the event horizon, where light and sound converge into oblivion.