In the dim veil of sound, echoic mirage phenomena arise, resonating with a frequency that defies time's grasp. The scientists gather, ears attuned to the whispering void. What do they hear? A lullaby, not of this world.
Distillation of phantasmal hums into quantifiable data
remains a futile endeavor. Yet, the allure of the unseen
beckons with promises unfulfilled, haunting lullabies
that cradle the intellect into forgetful slumber.
It is said an echo holds onto the last breath, capturing
the essence of its originator, a mirage of sound
suspended in the ether. Each note, a tale; each pause,
a reflection of the cosmos' forgotten serenades.