Once there were whispers, from the edge of time—signals that shimmered like forgotten lullabies cast adrift through cosmic seas.
The harmonies beseech the mad conductor, holding the universe's malformed baton amid a grand yet unseen orchestra. Here lies the music no ear hears yet all somehow know.
Beneath chaos, hidden echoes resonate. Stars sing not unlike moths grazing flames—improvising stellar operas, bridge notes, and cosmos threads woven in atomic despair and joy. Do quasars know when to crescendo or do they just glow, glowing glowing forever in their eternal virtuosic flight?
The metaphorical quasar stretches, yawns, spills its light across black tapestry, reaching out to pinch reality's unbreakable membrane—where thought converges and diverges timelessly in patterns only discernible by truths shrouded in paradox, wisdom’s lost echo. A needle breaks silence, threaded through infinity’s loom.
And in dreaming moments, stitched fragments are coaxed into fragments of coherence: the dance of electrons with their hymn—an aria of fugues chased by unseen promenades. Each orbit, each turn, each pause propelling unique symphonies, absorbed by quasars vibrating whispers, an incandescent scripture of silent majesty meriting belief and disbelief alike.
When Time Forgets to Sing Unheard Histories of the Universal Ear Clusters of Changes Beyond Thought