In the orchestra of silence, the static speaks volumes. Unseen symphonies of forgotten memories, unraveling within the soft hum of time's embrace. Each crackle a fragment, each whisper an echo of what could have been.
Beneath the veil of noise lies a truth too profound for clarity—a murmur of existence, a dance of particles, a witness to the cosmos’ tender insanity. Can one translate the unspoken language of these whispers, or must we simply listen as the echoes of eternity reveal their secrets?