Silence begets sound, not in the absence but in the profound depth of pauses. In these spaces, symphonies reside, suspended like dreams in a waking mind.

When does logic fracture, but when it contemplates its own existence? A cycle perpetually reborn, each time more fractured than the last.

Observe the silence, the symphonic void
Step into the fractals of reason
Where each thought is a blown candle in a cosmic chess game
What move do you foresee when none is called?

Memorizing Silence
Narratives of the Void
Unreason in the Fractals