In a world where words are currency and silence is the diamond, we find ourselves in the most ironic of auctions. The rich are bidding frantically, but no one knows what the prize is.
Have you ever heard the silence speak? A murmur here, a sigh there—it's all whispers of the cosmos, mocking our efforts to unveil the unseen with nothing but a tinfoil hat and an ironic smile.
The tapestry is complex, woven by the invisible fingers of fate and folly, detailing a narrative devoid of heroes, villains, or, dare we say, plots. It's a masterpiece of emptiness.
The secret, dear seeker, lies in the question never asked, for the answer, when revealed, unveils nothing at all.