Once, in the hairline fracture between the vast and the vacuum, a whisper—voiceless by privilege—made itself known. It drifted through the nooks of space like irony through a politician's speech, settling upon the ears of silent galaxies brave enough to listen to their own reflection.
The stars chuckled softly, their attraction not to the words, but to the cosmic dust that adorned them. A titanic battle human scribes fought against meaninglessness, armed with metaphors and disarmed by revelations impossible to articulate.