In the labyrinthine corridors of understanding, where walls are filled with the shadows of the phantoms past,
one might encounter the soft murmur of approaching wisdom. What do you see in the void,
when light bends and merges with the darkness? A whisper, perhaps, or a forgotten echo...
Consider this:
If an idea resonates in silence, does it still exist when heard
only by the echoes bouncing off invisible walls?