As I float amid the unseen winds of cosmic realms, silence becomes the loudest of polyphonic echoes.
An eclipse transcends its celestial boundaries — neither burnished moon nor forsaken sun,
It births shadows on the auditory canvases of space.
Silence doesn't wane; it waxes dangerously pivotal, as orchestrations of gravity contrive
a symphony only mathematicians dare decipher.
Why has this eclipse cloaked what was never seen?