When one speaks in a vast, empty hall, the words collide with walls long turned to ears of stone. The rebound bebops until sound fades into silence, yet it rebounds indefinitely within the mind. What are these echoes, not of the room, but of our personal voids?
The cosmic perspective finds solace and structure in chaos; echoes are traces where bends in spacetime play through. Scientists instrument this space for iterations like tangible emotions sketched by galaxies’ collapsing narratives.
Each sound revealed over time resolves mysteries enshrined within echoes past. Do we listen to stars’ reverberations as secretive musings on our mortal fragility?
“Alone, we resonate; together, we displace the silence into symphonies of longing.”