In a universe filled with excess gravity and misaligned quasars, frequencies twist and twirl in a cosmic conga line. Underneath the fabric of space lies a satirical symphony, where each note is an irony the cosmos forgot to sing.
Navigate through the unsung paradoxes of the universe. Ponder not on the void, but on the strange music it attempts to hum. Unmap the galaxy's complexity only to replace it with your own.
Here's a thought: if stars could hum, would their frequencies align with our cosmic intentions or deviate into ironic symphonies?
Explore more nuances in the silence: whisper/echo.html or /scale/dissonance.html.