In a paradigm untouched by light, there exists a theory of whispers — an axis mundi spinning softly under the cloak of cosmic uncertainty. It is said that every drift emanates a clandestine signal, an echo within echoes, constructing a melody only the mind's shadow comprehends. Imagine a synthesizer made of stars, tuning the universe to its heart's desire, unheard but undeniably profound.
Such drifts, calculated yet unpredictable, mustered by unknowable forces, set the stage for symphony unseen: the harmonious departure of a thousand yesterdays into unfathomable tomorrows, each whisper a note in the aural tapestry of reality.
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