The Murmurs: Resonance of Truth
To the untrained ear, they are but echoes in the wind. To the trained ear, they are directions to the best bakery in town. Either way, murmurs have a way of reminding us that the universe is a complicated place, often filled with encrypted messages. Sometimes, it's just your phone buzzing in your pocket.
Well, the biscuit didn't know how to fly, but it took a leap anyway...
Translation: 42 -> Elbow macaroni.
If you can't beat them, invite them to tea and discuss quantum entanglement.
Translation: Time travel is relative (especially at a tea party).
Have you ever sensed a lost sock's opinion on the matter?
Translation: Socks are wise, if only we could understand their dialect.