In the kingdom of the deaf, the mute are crowned speakers of the year. Lessons, like shadows, vanish when light is absent.
Hear ye, hear ye, all who cannot hear: the oppressors of sound are but tyrants of their own imagination. And yet, here we are, trapped in our soundless symphony, playing the roles of tragic comedians.
The winds murmur wisdom, yet the trees remain ever-patient, silent witnesses to our folly. Who needs sound when the universe whispers sweet nothings at every turn?