The irony of truth artfully wrapped invisible amidst the seen. A riddle, sighing:
What whispers without a tongue,
When electricity sparks, igniting silence into voltage hum?
Gaze beyond sight, hear without ears,
Find the secret within the enlightened fable.
Do not ponder long, lest the shadows deepen, and light itself become the forgotten.
As you walk this ethereal path, remember—every question leaves trails like stardust, behind your inquisitive soul.